In times of strife  you seem to lose it all, and more somehow  No waning life can retrieve it  Can't make the world a better place to thrive  nor can I keep on persisting    You're on the wane in funereal winds  with a thousand winters within  You're life unveil its weary eyes  Sun sets in somber skies    Your waning desires brought to fire  where your withering life has been mourned  For a thousand years, where the pain blend with ire  and the night enflames us both    "Walk down the narrow path  Years of decay  Feel life's soul-inflicting hurt once again"    You're dying now  You make it feel somewhat divine  Your lenient eyes are somewhat healing  You make it feel the less a strife now  A precious life cease persisting    You're on the wane and eden's hewn  falter still under a funereal moon  Your tears they sweep upon life's shore  until the day you weep no more    Sunset's on the wane  In life we suffer the same  When sundown comes around  stalking strangers on hollowed ground  Endarkened souls entwined  together at the end of life  Embrace the new divine  or suffer another lifetime    I can feel the flames  the fire lick me in vain  My life can't be regained  not now, nor then, nor ever again  We cross our feeble hearts  the day our souls depart  Life move in strangest ways  We died somewhat, somehow in every day