I. They Congregate To Mourn
No, we did not welcome the day
Though we quietly pled for the end in sight
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare
This we take to our graves
II. The Persecution Of Every Next Breath
True living and breathing death
Every breath is surely the last
But another...
How many more will follow
And another...
How many more can be endured...
Broken whispers; shy touches to passing flesh
A twitch of life
A cold shudder
Defy the instinct to recoil
Yet another breath...
Ignore your pain
You are not your own
You are the strength of life and love
To usher in the end
Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood
Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become
Submit to fear
Bow to sorrow
Ascend to death
The cold lord governs by decree
Yes, we welcome the day, precisely the hour
We plead for the grave
This, our bitter confession
Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss
Death holds dominion over more than the dying
Aching for the next reachable paradise
Awaiting the last...
Dear lord, not another breath
Cold lord imparts the loss
Bound with resulting reflection
Deep and deprecating
Was I mindful...
Have I suffered...
Am I of warmth...
Worth affection...
Capable of love...
A vessel of hate and bitterness...
In this death so close, beset with travail
I am aware of my every fault and failure
III. Go Forth To Life
Now rest;
Leave your venom behind
May we all have such strength
No, we did not welcome the day
Though we quietly pled for the end in sight
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare
This we take to our graves
II. The Persecution Of Every Next Breath
True living and breathing death
Every breath is surely the last
But another...
How many more will follow
And another...
How many more can be endured...
Broken whispers; shy touches to passing flesh
A twitch of life
A cold shudder
Defy the instinct to recoil
Yet another breath...
Ignore your pain
You are not your own
You are the strength of life and love
To usher in the end
Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood
Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become
Submit to fear
Bow to sorrow
Ascend to death
The cold lord governs by decree
Yes, we welcome the day, precisely the hour
We plead for the grave
This, our bitter confession
Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss
Death holds dominion over more than the dying
Aching for the next reachable paradise
Awaiting the last...
Dear lord, not another breath
Cold lord imparts the loss
Bound with resulting reflection
Deep and deprecating
Was I mindful...
Have I suffered...
Am I of warmth...
Worth affection...
Capable of love...
A vessel of hate and bitterness...
In this death so close, beset with travail
I am aware of my every fault and failure
III. Go Forth To Life
Now rest;
Leave your venom behind
May we all have such strength