Sirenia

In times of strife
you seem to lose it all, and more somehow
No waning life can retrieve it
Can't make the world a better place to thrive
nor can I keep on persisting
You're on the wane in funereal winds
with a thousand winters within
You're life unveil its weary eyes
Sun sets in somber skies
Your waning desires brought to fire
where your withering life has been mourned
For a thousand years, where the pain blend with ire
and the night enflames us both
"Walk down the narrow path
Years of decay
Feel life's soul-inflicting hurt once again"
You're dying now
You make it feel somewhat divine
Your lenient eyes are somewhat healing
You make it feel the less a strife now
A precious life cease persisting