A Swan Song Lost in Time

Hear now the hidden song that resonates the archaic melody

The Chilling tone lost in time’s fleeting whisper

Heaven weeps to the trumpet that heralds our destiny

So let the divine tune ring out from blessed spring to fallen winter

I sing for the holy day that will never come

My reason, my solace, my unyielding prayer

All become a stark cry that beats upon a silent drum

Painting the atmosphere blue within this hoarse air

Measure my time within this forgotten lullaby

For as I weep I will forever weep alone

Intense is our beloved time that seeks to only pacify

This unheard existence reflecting that great mystery unknown

So here I fall into the silent tomb of endless corrosion

Time no longer holds my hand and soothes my flesh

Yet I sing in this everlasting darkness that I have chosen

My hope is the note that will mark time’s own death.

My Swan Song is lost in Time

This ancient gift is to remember me by

Let it stay in this world almighty in its prime

Until it is heard again as your own precious lullaby