Lower E
On the night when the storm clouds gather,
When the chill winds howl and the raindrops scatter.
Hoist me away, into the darkest hour,
Where the winds no longer rage,
Where the rain no longer pours.
Where the creatures of the night no longer cry,
Where the traces of light fade from the sky.
Where even the turbulent souls find solace,
Where even the damned and fallen find momentary peace.
Be it a second, a minute, an hour,
Sever these darkened heartstrings where the warmest of blood once ran through,
And let there, finally, be peace within my soul.
