Any distraction will do Anything to ride out this gloom The lugubrious weight of the present The cumbersome pains of the past
Precipitous symphony Of crystals falling So much louder in memory Than when it’s trumpets were calling
In hues ever vibrant, recollection lies to the eye Through the mind’s romanticism And the ever running passage of time
The allure of the unknown As goddesses depicted in splendor In actuality may be more haggard than thе brush stroke’s render
By truth and horror nonе shall be spared Left to embrace the phantoms of those who once cared So if it is true the Sun also rises in hell I’ll applaud the hope in this world and keep none for myself
Forgetting the pain The fear and the doubt Beseeching grey skies Enduring the snow drought
