To Face the Black Tide

Alone I sit watching the world unravel before my eyes
Waiting for winter sun to sink below as
further through shadow I crawl

Old ghosts still wander within my mind
Old hearts still beating, their blood flows asmine

My fate is twisting, my fate is turning
Dreams are cast away
My fate is twisting, my fate is turning
All life fades away

And so it is that when I reach through moments past
I find no reason, no shard of hope to pierce the dark

As I fall victim to her loves decay
Black tides are rising to wash the weak away