These dreams return,
of fear and death:
From times and thoughts
I had long since left.
Let my will not falter,
Nor my purpose stray;
Let the Dark not alter,
Nor obscure the Day.
Over the hills, a song is sung
of peace and penances past.
In subtle echo, seduction's begun;
How long will my silence last?
So simple would this life be,
Had these eyes had no chance to see;
For, in that moment's glimpse was forgot
A lifetime's fruits and fragility.
Chorus
Do I hold the strength in my heart
To turn a blind eye to this exchange?
To decide the price is not my part,
The cost of that which I reclaim.
But so long has desire wrung it's desperate hands,
That to resurrect the fire in this blood demands
A counterweight, a loss to this gain:
Sorrow for joy, pleasure for this pain.
To give a body to this voice,
To give a presence to this void,
Need I only commit to this choice
Then it's only guilt I must avoid.
Chorus
The shadows move under this mist,
Guiding me to the abyss.
Tremble not, my hesitant hand;
I've but only this one chance
To open the door that cannot open,
To turn back the tides of time,
To reach into the darkness
And grasp a memory,
Breathe life where life is no more,
And forget, just for this instant,
The other that the dark will claim
In her place.
Forget, just for this instant.
Silence has a way of forsaking,
of burying the past in time;
But the shifting sand's reclaiming
Is replaced by something of mine.
Chorus
These dreams return,
Of fear and death;
From times and thoughts
I had long since left.