The Dying Light

The Blossoms of my sin The Dread of Something After Death To toil in weary life What dreams may come O' Kingdom of night O' Proud Death So bloody you have struck We face the dying light The dread of something after death The dread of something after death To lie in cold obstruction, and rot Destruction, Ruin,Decay Within the hollow crown In thine eternal cell The dread of something after death What dreams may come O' Kingdom of night O' Proud Death So bloody you have struck We face the dying light