the night grows cold
in the darkest light
the wicked grow bold
the pure give in without a fight
...
you were an oasis in the desert, a beautiful escape
we felt this connection, it could only be fate
a cool drink of water, a refreshing glimpse
into the life i could have, into the life i would only miss
...
Darkness Abounds
the night grows cold
in the darkest light
the wicked grow bold
the pure give in without a fight
hope is fleeting
light has turned dark
what am i feeling?
this world has left it's mark
in the end, death awaits
our souls pass on
our vessels deteriorate
we sing our swan song
and we eternally understand
our fate