Fearless - Seven Spires

I walk this earth in torment

I bathe in anguished waves

I carry this storm inside

No rest and no escape

Unfounded fire feeding the siren’s call, the keening

Defeatedly yearning to be lost in death’s sweet embrace

I do not fear the darkness

I do not fear the cold

This mortal form is tired

This weary soul is old

Memories of life

Nightmares of waterlogged remains

Agony bleeds

And robs me of dreams

No reconciliation

No rest and no escape

No carnal worldly sin

Could ease this ancient ache

I do not fear the darkness

I do not fear the cold

This mortal form is tired

This weary soul is old

O deepest, darkest sea

As I slip into perdition

May I glimpse the absolution of mortality’s delusions

For here is an eternal continuance

Free of adversity and useless martyrdom

I do not fear the darkness

I do not fear the cold

This mortal form is tired

This weary soul is old

Fading into peaceful oblivion

Bright lights behind closed eyes

My spirit one with the ebb and flow, the tide

The rumble of my soul still and quiet now

My heart fluttering against the iron bars of my body

Fighting to stay awake