At Sixes And Sevens

In times of strifeYou seem to lose it all, and more somehowNo waning life can retrieve itCan't make the world a better place to thriveNor can i keep on persistingYou're on the wane in funereal windsWith a thousand winters withinYou're life unveil its weary eyesSun sets in somber skiesYour waning desires brought to fireWhere your withering life has been mournedFor a thousand years, where the pain blend with ireAnd the night enflames us both"walk down the narrow pathYears of decayFeel life's soul-inflicting hurt once again"You're dying nowYou make it feel somewhat divineYour lenient eyes are somewhat healingYou make it feel the less a strife nowA precious life cease persistingYou're on the wane and eden's hewnFalter still under a funereal moonYour tears they sweep upon life's shoreUntil the day you weep no moreSunset's on the waneIn life we suffer the sameWhen sundown comes aroundStalking strangers on hollowed groundEndarkened souls entwinedTogether at the end of lifeEmbrace the new divineOr suffer another lifetimeI can feel the flamesThe fire lick me in vainMy life can't be regainedNot now, nor then, nor ever againWe cross our feeble heartsThe day our souls departLife move in strangest waysWe died somewhat, somehow in every day