All around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my essence drips to the thirsty earth.
In horror I call your name
While death's shadow hovers close
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon wailing eyes.
This is because of you
That I look upon Death with my own eyes.
Such vengeance you have over my broken body
This vessel no longer mine
I bear all to Death's wrath.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
All around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my essence drips to the thirsty earth.
In horror I call your name
While death's shadow hovers close
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon wailing eyes.
This is because of you
That I look upon Death with my own eyes.
Such vengeance you have over my broken body
This vessel no longer mine
I bear all to Death's wrath.
