The Night, It Is I

Oh where does my head lay at tonight

under softend stars do my eyes glow bright

burning to waver the sorrow and fright

I end this chaos with a close of my eyes...

Born are the keepers 

the true burdened ones

They're building the structures

of the long way home

It's time to save face and announce our new saviour

is it I? 

I crave the favor

Oh save me

carry me through your wind

create me

only fractures in the time frame of sin

ah, but where to begin

with my lips locked in silence 

we inflict the violence 

the sorrow within

We see

beyond the morrow'd fencing

past all your guise

with our valid disguises

borrowed surprises and original sins

'cause bored are the keepers

My true burdened ones

They're building the fortress

of our awaited home

It's time to save grace and rapture as saviour

Is it I?

I crave the favor...