From the filth of withered ground
There once grew a thorn
Aiming past colorless blanket
For a sky drained of life
Swarth of soil escaped
Farther and farther, towards oceans of grey
No matter how high it pushed
Warmth could not be found
Pray this night will never end
Black is a heaven sent
For we are lost without the dark
Carved of misery, corrupt from the start
Hope the light to never shine
For minds so unkind
We are only worth the dark
No more than the dark
A swing of a sickle
Cut down in a single stroke
You belong to the shadows
For a moment all seemed to clear
This life is sound and fury
Tale that fails to hold a meaning
And hope for better days
Is a weak match for the void that fills us all
