Black Oake - Maestus

Enslaved to this wretched flesh

Longing is my inheritance

Confined by mortality

My soul loathes this existence

In this valley of regret

Lightless hope recedes

Bereft, we meet knee to stone

Lightless hope recedes

Lightless faith recedes

Blades of grass blossom from death

Gelid dew remains

Shards of glass disturb thy rest

Gelid dew remains

Say lamenting stream!

‘Neath these darkened shrouds

Enclosed in silent, biting brume

Alone upon the page