Wither - Départe

Oh, hear the frail sigh of death, collapsing

Still she walks among us

Head held high, tarnished in perfect failure

A wreckage, a shell, pitiful and weak

Crushed beneath the weight of mercy

Those timeless wings of radiant sorrow

Withering, as dust, to nothingness

‘Forgive me, Father

I am but a thread, unraveling

Lost unto the air

I am undone

I am undone'

Oh failure, subside

That my voice no longer be still beneath your shadow

Spread no more those wings of sorrow

Withering, as dust, to nothingness