Renaissance — Virgin Black

And I looked to the air But the breeze was not cold I sought for your hand To hold unto me I lay awakened The dew on my brow Come take my life God, I'm dying

And the spirits of slumber Lulled at my side They tormented my world And praised at my grave I gave them a portion In pursuance of my peace But they took it and broke it Where is my hope? Elegent, undying Ella mo fare rifare