11th Hour Weep For Me
Ed:
Bloodshot eyes awakend from an easy slumber
Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life
Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors
Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed
The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning
As night descends the dreams return-
-... To fill my bed again
Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber
Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats
Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror
Reluctant to awake yet terrified to sleep
Rogga:
Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
Cry like the cryers of ancient times
Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
There's no hope in hell it can ever-
- be undone
Going trought the motions
Keeping the madness at day
Blocking all emotions
For fear thel'll wash my soul away
Ed:
Behind me the past comes clawing trough
The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped-
- Around you
My memory is obscured by clouds of time
I ask myself a painfull question, woud I still-
- recognize... my son
Rogga:
Running from what's comming
At least in my dreams I can run
Hiding from the blackness
That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs
Ed:
Behind my the past comes clawing trough
The years of grief and depression I sufferd-
- for you
My memory, little pieces still remain
I make myself a painfull promise-
- To visit your grave - My son...
