atoned for cries - darkseed

I feel greed, ungracious oath
through current flows, through solitude
your stroke my cheek, this weird voice
a misty night where my lute cries
This distant sounds they flee from me
conceal my dread, black nebula
I may observe the pouring rain
perpetual wind they groan...
Irresolute they blow asleep
the curse the torch-lights scare
they bring along the roaring chimes
timidity sneers in your face
Extinguish the submissive light
shining through the exit of obscurity
I light the frozen fervor with my breath
nourishing the ancient fire
shettered in the lonely, tepid sphere
precipice into affliction
I'm walking through invisible gates
taking up the burden of ferocity
the twilight atones for cries
warm sunbeams take refuge
I roam through the meadow
I search the execrable dawn
I revere the fearsome side
crown of thorns adorn my soul
Words we sow and cries we reap
cold will bloom, but will it pass...