Oh lord, my botched and broken being knows no sanctity, I hasten my fall with every further descent
My agony means nothing to you, yet I squander and crawl in your world, desperately clutching to light that isn't there
Lost to this world is the vast primordial spirit, its icons shattered with time and replaced with the shadow of crosses and spires
You laugh at my rejection of faith, you've no time to pity the damned, the destitute feel no longer your grace, unceremonious passing for those who cannot be grieved
A lifeless husk that seeps through the cracks like the tears of the fallen
May I re-join the damned who left this world as smolders at your stakes
These bones are ashes enravled in flesh unfurled in the cleansing
A shroud of silent grief cloaks the pyres, the screams of those beloved stoke the fires
I'm not of this world, I'm the grey that surrounds thee
I am the silence, an unrelenting stillness, free
All is lost but these ashes remain, gracing the ground with their memory
All is one but this world is a carcass, dressed with the dead and their woes
The ash coats the world in its silence
Beneath the ice lies its soul
Its hatred never dies nor forgives them
Misfortuned are those who are condemned
They live again but as ghosts in the mist, watching the world as it burns
Condemned to die and cast to the skies to then watch their homes wreathed in flame
Blinded by splendor, seared by heat
Wait no longer, march now in to the light
They became the falling ash and snow
Return to dust and embers in the soil
Untold names in the snow
Lifeless, bitter autumn leaves
Sorrows echo on for many an age
A silent hymn for the dead none can hear
March now into the light...