Darken My Grief Athean
Could i ever put my trust in
One I can’t see?
Hope for the truth of some old tales –
That’s not for me!
I am one that can’t believe in anyone:
Not yours, truly, self-sufficient, Athean!
Pre-Ch: Your voice gives me shivers of indifference –
my ignorance comes, at times, as such a bless.
And, as some may find beauty in your darkness,
I still fail to feel any warmth of your carress…
Ch: An arabesque of shadows draws your face on the
ground,
They hear your voice in every sound;
But to me you’re just emptiness and silence –
A barren echo of a fading trance…
When your hand falls down upon them,
They all give in…
All around me lives by rules
I don’t believe in…
I am one that can’t believe in anyone:
Not yours, truly, self-sufficient, Athean!