The Fall of Lydia

Translucent air is when I feel
Decease is drawing near
Sore reflections sweeping over
At the speed of wind
Urge to chant and dance I sense
Cause you have lost significance
Alive I'm still, I feel
So he is here

All of this that was before
Metamorphed into grave shadow
Sombre silhouettes I can't reach
I perceive but scent of foretime
Slight and minor, vogue and subtle
With every second eluding away

Urge to chant and dance I sense
In shadows, in a smoke
Greeting losses, celebrating it

I wasn't heard like a fucking thousand times before
But now the great mouth is opened
And the moment has come to face it all



Credits
Writer(s): Wentzel Rollmann
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