White Was The Night

White was the night when we spared our lives In exchange of seeing our youth disappear. Brave seas die, the last wave shouts: "Save your soul! Love no more! Fade into the wind and rest scattered In the prairies of a pity soul; For on a midnight sun, Away shall we go. White was the night, Cold was the soul. White was the necklace in your flushing bed, Your hands and the steam of the lovely air Spelled the rumors and unchained the preys. Forget the lies! Forgive the lives! None shall be saved from the upcoming disgrace. Crave for the few good ones amongst the throng. Yell at the reckless, Refrain your tongue. White was the night, Cold was the soul. White was the light in the shady shore, I remember it well, there was wet in your hair, Limping on the grass a summer made you torn. O father! I unto love yield me! Someday I will forsake the land and plant my weeds, And give this soul of mine the due prize so longly pleads. Fear not, you will return; When I die, you will be reborn. White was the night, Cold was the soul.

But Woe! When I am lost, you will be gone,

And the heralds of the earth in weep shall sound their horns, I will hear you from afar, and no man will be stopped. This was life! There it lies! The strong, the brave, the wretch, the weak turned to sand, Gathered into the edge of thought to give a last wave by. We are here; but will be no more, Lust for life resigns before the void. White was the night, Cold was the soul. White was the blame within the pain we earned, The roads we trod were sacred no more; We would leap for joy instead of finding love. Sing no more! The heart is a foe! Cold water, deep in the core of my home: Behold, this is what I value the most. Take back your threat, Be my trusted friend. White was the night, Cold was the soul.

August 16, 2012