The somber tides of time bequeath
a lonesome song to myst ears may seek
but if your heart shall follow nye
my earnest depths of thought shall die
But if you follow true my love
a song to you from far above
will lift your spirit soaring high
among the burning midnight sky
Alas my only hopes are this
you wilst me all your willingness
and prove powerless to fates delight
and live together in paradise. .
The Mystery of Time is haunting me
I ask myself what answers thee
Why hast thou cast me
here to burn
A fate I had not asked
My prayers and pleas left still
My bones are churning into dust
Just answer me once is all I ask!
Before I take my turn to pass.