The Dark Gift -

We are like mourners when they stand and cry

At open grave in wind and rain.

Yes, it is death.

But you shall rise,

Your sun return to this benighted sky.

I plunge in flood and flame,

Suffer every shame and blame.

What ear would hear me if I cried?

What could I do to stand the tide?

Darkness pressed the shimmering veil,

To the black it starts to rend.

I am not called upon to be

The dark gift.

Your heart that cannot lie,

Your love is chained, you greedful soul

Love with us won't grief no more

New life will come as your tears will dry.

I plunge in flood and flame,

Suffer every shame and blame.

What ear would hear me if I cried?

What could I do to stand the tide?

Darkness pressed the shimmering veil,

To the black it starts to rend.

I am not called upon to be

The dark gift.

Hush my child and come along

Where the stars are velvet soft.

Hush my child and come along

Where the stars are velvet soft.

Darkness pressed the shimmering veil,

To the black it starts to rend.

I am not called upon to be...

Darkness pressed the shimmering veil,

To the black it starts to rend.

I am not called upon to be

The dark gift.