Godless clouds consumed that day
A doorway to cracked earth
White flowers wilted
The opposite of birth
Odorless, their petals fell
As sad blossoms do
Only if these tears
If they could resurrect you
Maybe if I were to join you
Into the dark unknown
You and I could be together
Bone to bone
Sorrow is my coffin
Darkness on my breath
Until I can see you again
There is no peace until death
Now every Sunday is gloomy
And every pleasure turns to pain
Every song is of sorrow
Every dance, in vain
Angels have left us
Abandoned in a world alone
Yet I will defy them this Sunday
And meet you, under the stone