The wind is rippling softly in the nigh,
Clouds have hidden the moon up high,
Lost are the desire of love and lust,
And there are the shadows from my bygone past…
Creeping and crawling under my skin,
I can’t free myself from the bond that binds me akin…
Fleeting through the ages, my shaken heart rewinds,
The gone is gone, that’s how the quest had gone.
I don’t have it in me, another bloody fight.
While reason threatens to tear me apart.
Lost are the desires of facing the gone,
That the darkness will pass and it’ll be dawn.