Vita Cantus
Rigor Sardonicous
In the morning light of the rising sun I feel the warm rays charge my life
Breathing the fresh dew-filled air refreshes my soul, welcome
Hearing the gentle whispers of the wind caresses my mind
Fulfilled at the smell of roses so soft to see, and touch, I feel
saved, I am saved, saved and free
In the shade of night a rose withers among a stolen dream
Inhale the cold and the stale, deplete my forgotten deeds
In enchanted silence we fall deaf within our cries
The acrid stench of death is me, to fall, to dust
gone, I am gone, gone and free
