Dying -- I Only Feel Apathy — Theatre Of Tragedy

Now as I am to bereaft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Fluxes like moisture through pores.

I am unwilling to forgive Him who depriev'd me of my life – Gloaming the sequence – A momentary view. Perishing intervals of rejoice – My supreme happiness is lost!

Baleful emotions od fear – my body is the earth – The earth is now destined to be made forlorn – Forlorn from the enlivening energies. Am I not anylonger living?

In mournful silence I suffer – In peace I now will rest. My hard-working hands Are now reposed.

I close thee my beloved into my heart – Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum. In my thoughts thou shalt forever be – As a dear and precious remembrance.

I'm dethroned in the rain of entity – My tears descent like of ebony – Life is the theatre of tragedy – Dying – I only feel apathy!