Lyrics Elegy - Alter

When breathing becomes a curse
And
Perception is too hard to endure

Your torches touch the water
The mysteries of Death unearth

The twilight of tragedy
Brings us closer to the voices
Of mystery

These voices call for us
To step away from the light
And
To sink into the soils of the night

The broken bells
Of a tragic dawn
Rehearse
This elegy for
The shattered lives
Of woeful minds