Elegy, in terminal fear sung,
To the dark I was drawn
On the precipice poised yet calm
My empathy, in sobriety sown
From soil untainted born,
For two centuries grown, the will to live again
Sunrise...
Disarray of sudden reanimation,
And their sanity lost. My great end game
The parsecs driving me mad, and so the vacated
And my last sacrifice would be so cold
The sorrow for a lost civilization
And now history lost, one true rebirth
My fall shadows this end. Dreams now unsated
And my one last secret vice will be so cold
Your withered soul I weighed my son, ahead of time
A blessing for your loss of light
To the dark I was drawn
On the precipice poised yet calm
My empathy, in sobriety sown
From soil untainted born,
For two centuries grown, the will to live again
Sunrise...
Disarray of sudden reanimation,
And their sanity lost. My great end game
The parsecs driving me mad, and so the vacated
And my last sacrifice would be so cold
The sorrow for a lost civilization
And now history lost, one true rebirth
My fall shadows this end. Dreams now unsated
And my one last secret vice will be so cold
Your withered soul I weighed my son, ahead of time
A blessing for your loss of light