Weep for Me - The 11Th Hour

Bloodshot eyes awakend from an easy slumber

Limbs all white and stiff slowly coming to life

Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors

Joylessly a new dawn is welcomed

The day is wasted on rituals whithout meaning

As night descends the dreams return-

-… To fill my bed again

Blood shot eyes awaken from a restless slumber

Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats

Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror

Reluctant to awake yet terrified to sleep

Weep for me

Weep for what I have done

Cry like the cryers of ancient times

Weep for me

Weep for what I have done

There’s no hope in hell it can ever-

— be undone

Going trought the motions

Keeping the madness at day

Blocking all emotions

For fear thel’ll wash my soul away

Behind me the past comes clawing trough

The veils of guilt and suppression I drapped-

— Around you

My memory is obscured by clouds of time

I ask myself a painfull question, woud I still-

— recognize… my son

Running from what’s comming

At least in my dreams I can run

Hiding from the blackness

That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs

Behind my the past comes clawing trough

The years of grief and depression I sufferd-

— for you

My memory, little pieces still remain

I make myself a painfull promise-

— To visit your grave — My son…