The Mourning Son

Darkness falls, as Light dies
I face the storm with open eyes
Another day is over, another night’s begun
And finding me cold sober: The Desolation
Ravaged by the spirits, demons of the low
The sorrows and the secrets, only I can know

Still I rise again, and I know
The reason to go on is the will to not let go
Still I rise again, and I know
The reason to go on is the will to not let go
I’ve touched the mountain highs, and unspeakable depths below

I’ve listened close inside, to hear the river flow
Still I rise again, and I know
The reason to go on is the will to not let go
Still I rise again, and I know
The reason to go on is the will to not let go