"With sunshine gone,
My solemn smile fades away,
And all are left are clouds of gray,
Remnants of the death of dawn.

The light of day,
As quickly it came it now has left,
Our cries of joy we are bereft,
Path of our lives we've gone astray.

The tears, of our dusk
Wash away, what is just
Trust in God, trust in Satan
What is given, what is taken

The losses, we fare
The crosses, we bear
The stars, shining bright
Of my Mother, the Night.

The chilling breeze,
The warmth of Gaea goes from me,
Now a lonely, soulless effigy,
Nothing to put my mind to ease

The halcyon obscure,
Frosted and yew-scented nightmare
Frightened and scared beyond compare,
That my ailment will never see a cure.

The cries, of our dark
Wash away, what is stark
Trust in Heaven, trust in Hell
What has risen, what has fell

The losses, we grieve
The souls, we receive
The moon, glow with glee
To my Mother, set me free."