I see the earth cleaved in two,

The tides drive away,

Sweet angels mourning,

As night befalls decay.

The crash implores the heavy sighs

Of men dying for a breath,

Signalling the final song

For everlasting death.

Fighting for the trumpet call,

For the king hath lost his crown.

Dying for the bloody dawn,

The sun that sinketh down.

To touch the broken souls that lay

Washed by ocean tears,

To lament the earth that dies again,

Every dying year.