Shroud of Blight - Moments of Lost Intimacy

Time moves on
And I am still forced
From the sweet lies
That spills from the lips
Of an angel of suicide

And I hear
Her chants as they echo
Inside the misty woods
A desolate night
Under a howling moon
I promise I will see you soon

The final moments
Of dying intimacy
Your warm breath
Pressing against my neck
While you slip away
Like the ghost of yesterday
That visits me in my dreams

Sorrow...
A knot in my chest
I am drowning
In a pit of despair
That you've pushed me in