Mourn the last light, its fleeting passage Mourn the breaking day For every breath is written And every end is fated in its beginnings
Dwell in the ruins Dormant in the empty silence Beneath crepuscular rays, cold stone at your back Warmth has forsaken this place Dwell in the ruins
Dormant in the empty silence When all that you are is that which you’d discard When every end is fated in its beginnings As your hands turn to ash, breathe on them (Scattered to the nothing)
