Birth of Eos

To bring in light the thing that has been known A breath beside the stars Comes to be at the yesteryear of dawn The son of light, the father of none The son of despair, the father of all I begged the days not to come Not to tread upon my body and my heart To hold still So I would dream and I would scream To lay down my voice in serenity And the tormented ones In the early days Shall count the hours like stains of blood Drawings of a restless life A structure of blissful times That's burned before it's born Beyond the vault of a nameless sky The light was born and the light will die Beyond the vault of a formless sky My truth comes to be nothing more than an elegant lie Beyond the spawns of a dreadful life As they tore away my breath they demand from me to smile Birth of Eos and the birth of stars Is followed by the cold of morrow and The End of All The End of light and The End of Us Is dreamt by my voracious sorrow and my desperate soul Now all the stars are gone and the sky is dead upon me Now all the hope is gone and the despair roots upon me Now all the stars are gone and the sun is dead inside me The Sun is Dead And the fires now descent down To wounded bodies and the wretched years To quench the agony that spawned our inmost fears To let the stare escape through our forever solid tears