Peace on these shores
As death knocks at my door
Fallen from grace
I reach out and touch your face
Morning rise a premature advent
Seductive words that bolster my lament
The crying shadow in the funeral dance
Hellish visions of my withering prance
Bouncing beams of scattering light expand across the gruesome sky
Lavishing waves of flourishing rain cure me from the unseen pain
Crevices upon my skin are sealed by these solar winds
Forsaken a myriad of scars envelop me until the break of dawn
She rides the wind across the sky and watches over the night
She brings the sun to the earth
Blossoming to constant mirth
Daughter of the moon
Mother of the morning star
A path made of roses she leaves behind
As a cure for all mankind
Pristine clarity in the black
Lost inside a reverie
Thriving shadow on my back
Resurgence of the tragedy
Pompous scrutiny from envious eyes
Sowing seeds of treachery
Vast conspiracy for my demise
The messenger of sorrow will then rise
Rise
Beyond the mountain tops
Daughter of the moon
The sun has fallen
The fiend has awaken
All is lost to darkness
Mother of the morning star
A path made of roses she leaves behind
As a cure for all mankind