Cold Lord Quietus

I.  THEY CONGREGATE TO MOURN 

  No 
  We did not welcome the day 
  Though we quietly pled for the end inside 
  Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare 
  This we take to our graves 

  II.  THE PERSECUTION OF EVERY NEXT BREATH 

  True living and breathing death 
  Every breath is surely the last 

  But another 

  How many more will follow 

  And another 

  How many more can be endured 

  Broken whispers 
  Shy touches to passing flesh 
  A twitch of life 
  A cold shudder 
  Defy the instinct to recoil 

  Yet another breath 

  Ignore your pain 
  You are not your own 
  You are the strength of life and love 
  To usher in the end 

  Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood 
  Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become 

  Submit to fear 
  Bow to sorrow 
  Assent to death 
  The cold governs by decree 

  Yes 
  We welcome the day 
  Precisely by the hour 
  We plead for the grave 
  This our bitter confession 
  Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss 
  Death holds dominion over more than dying 
  Aching for the next reachable paradise 
  Awaiting the last 
  Dear Lord 
  Not another breath 

  Cold lord imparts the loss 
  Bound with resulting reflection 
  Deep and deprecating 

  Was I mindful 
  Have I suffered 
  Am I of warmth 
  Worth affection 
  Capable of love 
  A vessel of hate and bitterness 

  In this death so close 
  Beset with travail 
  I am aware of every fault and failure 

  III.  GO FORTH TO LIFE 

  Now rest 
  Leave your venom behind 
  May we all have such strength