Every End Is Fated in Its Beginning - Hope Drone

Mourn the last light, its fleeting passage

Mourn the breaking day

For every breath is written

And every end is fated in its beginnings

Dwell in the ruins

Dormant in the empty silence

Beneath crepuscular rays, cold stone at your back

Warmth has forsaken this place

Dwell in the ruins

Dormant in the empty silence

When all that you are is that which you’d discard

When every end is fated in its beginnings

As your hands turn to ash, breathe on them

(Scattered to the nothing)