The Damnation of a Dead Soul

There is a token of beauty in my heart Tis all my hopes now that we are apart Bright and scarlet like the morning star Among the darkness, a dazzling lights... this memoir There is a grim shadow in my soul My token starts to look like black coal A spiteful thought of a mourning bell And the entire world is my prison cell Gazing up the distant valley I mourn For it is thy veil is now blurry and torn This beauty is fake; its warmth is bleak And thy light I kept becomes weak I know my fate is always to find thee Thy absence enslaves me, I feel no glee The sky darkened thy scarlet veil But I must wait the dreadful gale The howling wind torments the trees Now I am begging, I fell to my knees ''Dear Lord help me and clear the skies Restore my token before my eyes Where art Thou Lord this time of despair? Will Thou appear to me with light and blare? Will Thou warm my heart with what I long? Will Thou help me Lord? I did no wrong...'' Death and terror are coming from afar A massive cloud of birds, black and bizarre Now I know how my heart will beat again Now I know I can fly over the dark glen Soon my token will shine like new I'll reunite our brave souls, tis true This wait, this torment must come to an end Tis time for me, thy cloak to mend Alas, I cannot see thy beautiful face Grave silence is in this place I came to paint red again thy cloak But with my endless tears this ground I soak