There where the shadows rise, there the darkness it lies

There where I can not breathe. Death now consumes me.

 

Taking my air from me. Gasping, I die for thee,

Wanting what I can’t see. Slowly I falter.

 

And the silence, it cuts me. The silence, it gores me,

Spilling my blood as the rain falls on me.

 

The wind passes o’er me, and my blood runs right through me.

There you cut into me. Slowly, you’ll take me.

 

Let the fire engulf me, while the pain, it consumes me,

And to you, I cry writhing, “Wash this pain from me.”

 

And the silence, it cuts me. The silence, it gores me,

Spilling my blood as the rain falls on me.

 

Slowly encumbered. Dying out numbered,

Death now I’m vanquished. Broken and battered.

 

There on the cold, stone floor, I raise my eyes to the storm,

There where the crow doth go, left me to ponder.

 

And the silence, it cuts me. The silence, it gores me,

Spilling my blood as the rain falls on me.