October Tide - Envy the Moon

What lies behind the etched stare?
A longing for eyes not destined to me
What of these steps like stone, echoes of my feet?

Soul released, do I dare die of my grief?
No promise to keep
Sing myself to sleep
Sing myself to sleep

Winter beguiled, yet its essence remains
Rust in lieu of flowers
An autumn of stone and chains
Devouring gasp, to be the air
The sky agape to rain despair

I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk
And when midnight struck my gilded tomb
Envy of the moon
I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk
And when midnight struck my gilded tomb
Envy of the moon

I held the dawn
Dusk never escaping my hand
Painful observer
Embodying absence
The wind, it seems so cruel at times
The breath of noxious day
A touch of diluvial night

Soul released, do I dare die of my grief?
No promise to keep
Sing myself to sleep
Sing myself to sleep

I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk
And when midnight struck my gilded tomb
Envy of the moon
I felt it blanket me, cold cloth of dusk
And when midnight struck my gilded tomb
Envy of the moon