The longing for meaning

A melody followed in vain

Time's an evasive fiend

And purpose's a painful path to sustain

As the artisan perfects his creation

Lacklustre, vicious and cruel

Heaven a memory mundane

Lonely the bird that transcends the final eclipse

Through halls made of mirrors

And wastelands of smoke

Pale beauty awoke from her slumber

The abyss slid open under her feet

Drifting above the hurt

Endless the path across the black river

I wished for her life to go on

Invoke all the ancients

The bloodline of hers

A song for the earth I remembered

She ran out of days

To slowly wither away

Wither away

In depth that no scripts could describe

In a darkness no prayer could reach

In the hands of the everflow

Where faith no longer remains

Through halls made of mirrors

And wastelands of smoke

Pale beauty awoke from her slumber

The abyss slid open under her feet

Drifting above the hurt

Endless the path across the black river

I wished for her life to go on

Invoke all the ancients

The bloodline of hers

A song for the earth I remembered

She ran out of days

She withers away