Evermore

The wind whispers of the wounded, worlds weighted with woe
As those that are melting in this sweet crimson flow
screams stinging the ears of their silent shadows
As the stain of their spring does slow
Simple thoughts do spawn of you, their simple god
Handing theit fate, looking back, knowling 'twas too late
All that now remains are those burning crystals in the sun
That shores of infinity, evermore

Little upon uw we let them lay beteath us,
As though it were tread upon them in death as we did in life
remeber thus;
One day you too shall fall to the earth
As you have shunned thy kin
And so you will rue the day that life did you in
You are next, to be lost in that sea of evermore
That sea of their fears, a sea of their tears,
The tears of the nevermore