Dirge For November

歌词

Lost, here is nowhere 

Searching home still 

Turning past me, all are gone 

Time is now 

The omen showed, took me away 

Preparations are done, this can't last 

The mere reflection brought disgust 

No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit

It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool 

Grant me sleep, take me under 

Like the wings of a dove, folding around 

I fade into this tender care