Duelist - True Widow

Come at dawn

All the burning lights are wasted

Tongue tied now

You can’t understand the torture

In the morning of the day

With the cold world brings a fear

Solitude

Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted

Deep and dark underground

Apart from all that’s aching

In the seconds near a time

Just a figure in my mind

And a pale cloud passes by

When the mourning doves' on high

I cannot feel all the feelings i might

Out the gate I come undone

How can I feel all these feelings at once

Tempt the bottom feeding love

Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts

Rest and breath in all your last of days