My surroundings fading to black Though my sight is blinded still By the searing twilight above The haunting stare of the cold Sun Bellowed cries speak my name From the distant void in death I dread They entrance my tiresome limbs A spiraling soul in a world bereft Fathering ruin guide me forth Through fields of grief and thorn Through the rivers that flow thick With the blood of our failures and scorn In the streams that carry our lost souls afloat Through the tranquility of everlasting woe Bury me in the sands of her waning arms As nameless I wash upon the vacant shore