Fast fading roses
Non-lingering words
Scythe be my instrument
Through dreams I now rage

No guidance is me offered
No forgiveness thee I promised
Now can distance be a factor
When engraved in me thou art?

Engraved in me thou art…

No soul shall serve to nourished torch the heart

Denial serves me
Denial serves me right
Denial serves me
To the end of time!

It serves me right

That fire cannot burn
With flames of no origin
That star cannot bring guidance
Without force or form
Denial serves me
Denial serves me right
Denial serves me
With the hold up rage!

Sweet silence, one in darkness
Without silence the darkness lose the
Splendour, grandeur!

Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth
Tempt with forgetful night
Ever haunting that image within
Swear to the answers denied!
Denied!