...of Ruins And A Red Nightfall

Life gains intensified pain
to ascend within me once again
Woe strikes through radiant light
a quitus has conquered thy eyes
the sequel of life

Arising grievance rage through the eyes
of our existence a thousand times
The strife drawn hither
as a daydream ascendancy
In life we wither
like laurel leaves in winterwinds

Lurk far between
a pale destiny
drawn from the past
Enclasp my wrath
in the prophecy of thine

Perchance to dream…
Day of ire prithee
behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream…
Day of ire prithee
may daylight draw thy veils aside

Summon the winterwind
in which I walk
Enter the morning glades
of a fallen deathwish
Summon the starlight gloss
in which thou rage
Enter the mourning shades
Call out in vain
for thee again

Perchance to dream
you're my dancing queen
behold the haven of life
Perchance to dream…Day of ire prithee
may daylight draw thy veils aside

A strike of angina
Enthralled by the night
and the shades at thy side

A star of riddance rage through the sky
Grant me thy visions...bequeath me life
Through times of yearning…
on a path of indignity
No longer burning…
at last this life's circuit I leave