Birth of Eos

To bring in light the thing that has been known
A breath beside the stars
Comes to be at the yesteryear of dawn

The son of light, the father of none
The son of despair, the father of all

I begged the days not to come
Not to tread upon my body and my heart
To hold still
So I would dream and I would scream
To lay down my voice in serenity

And the tormented ones
In the early days
Shall count the hours like stains of blood
Drawings of a restless life
A structure of blissful times

That's burned before it's born
Beyond the vault of a nameless sky
The light was born and the light will die

Beyond the vault of a formless sky
My truth comes to be nothing more than an elegant lie
Beyond the spawns of a dreadful life
As they tore away my breath they demand from me to smile

Birth of Eos and the birth of stars
Is followed by the cold of morrow and
The End of All
The End of light and
The End of Us
Is dreamt by my voracious sorrow and my desperate soul

Now all the stars are gone and the sky is dead upon me
Now all the hope is gone and the despair roots upon me
Now all the stars are gone and the sun is dead inside me
The Sun is Dead

And the fires now descent down
To wounded bodies and the wretched years
To quench the agony that spawned our inmost fears
To let the stare escape through our forever solid tears