we see gathered
from eyes of lost souls
that we congregate
through the eyes of the mortal

aimless and helpless we walk
in the silence words don't talk
when we gather from other places
in the spoken minds of liars
and in the place of eternal fire
of another day, I fell from grace,

that we see in grace and lies,
when we know everything dies,
in eyes when we fall back when
prayers sink on fallen ears
as fears gather into a pen
when we ate all the bread,
and drank every drop of wine,
death is what crawls across the line,

another night I fell from the sky
all that would gather when we die
from the sleep we hear the bell
as it would echo its chime,
as death's air touches the spine,
another year, we fall in lies,,,

in when we see when gathered
in the years that we never known
of the 1000 years we fallen,
from the years of sleep
as we see the holes in the sky,
when the ashes turn to clay
when all the lost souls weep,

a closure burns away
as the fires become the fate
that I fall on the way
into the eternal flames,
for reasons I never repented
and I now live in years of torment,,,
born again within our darkest day,