Where the Light Grows Cold (feat. Budapest Scoring Orchestra) - DiAmorte

These are our false chapters in the tale that is mine Where the pendulum's sway no longer holds our interest And so, oft I go through the underscapes heralded by the whispered snow There I stood in the morning deep blue Where light grew tired in the cold First night, rise from death's confines Besieged by hells set upon the mind Smoke trails court the lifeless light The end begins with the fall of shadows Here we join The Great Divide Separate the aspects like a knife For our fate consumes desire A scarlet mercy more than hallowed Oh father night, send us a sign Where horizon's held accused Of bearing light on our forged life Keeper of the radiant noose Overcoming Elite March to death We follow in their footsteps Mortality is stained Upon summer lands where once we dreamed A hoarfrost's lovesong to the sun Beset with dismissive glance We are made of the past Yearning for new life Music yearning for a new rhyme What is a sunset, but the end of a life that I will never know Salvation was moments too late Give me a new ending when the final curtain falls Cease now please your wicked ways I beg thee sorrow Curses stretched from empty graves Loam unhallowed Restrain ghosts like bridled echoes of the soul Freedom in death is denied and so we carry on