"Cold Lord Quietus" lyrics

[They congregate to mourn]

No
We did not welcome the day
Though we quietly pled for the end inside
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare
This we take to our graves

[The persecution of every next breath]

True living and breathing death
Every breath is surely the last

But another

How many more will follow

And another

How many more can be endured

Broken whispers
Shy touches to passing flesh
A twitch of life
A cold shudder
Defy the instinct to recoil

Yet another breath

Ignore your pain
You are not your own
You are the strength of life and love
To usher in the end

Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood
Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become

Submit to fear
Bow to sorrow
Assent to death
The cold governs by decree

Yes
We welcome the day
Precisely by the hour
We plead for the grave
This our bitter confession
Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss
Death holds dominion over more than dying
Aching for the next reachable paradise
Awaiting the last
Dear Lord
Not another breath

Cold lord imparts the loss
Bound with resulting reflection
Deep and deprecating

Was I mindful
Have I suffered
Am I of warmth
Worth affection
Capable of love
A vessel of hate and bitterness

In this death so close
Beset with travail
I am aware of every fault and failure

[Go forth to life]

Now rest
Leave your venom behind
May we all have such strength