Forlorn and Frozen Flame (The Cold Fire) (Instrumental)

The sky now displays
A pallet of her most
Dismal grays
Devouring the light of day
Darkness can no longer wait
A wicked shadow descends without delay

The heavens now
Hurling bolts
Roots now take their hold
Young and old they cry out
The crack of sundered limbs
The wind now howls in hideous hymns
Cigarette pressed tightly against my lips
I witnessed all from where I sit

The sky now displays
A pallet of her most
Dismal grays
Devouring the light of day
Darkness can no longer wait
A wicked shadow descends without delay

Solid oak cabinets of cabernet
Yet no social
Festivities to my dismay
Miniature mountains of ash forming everywhere
But their designated tray
Smoke still lingers
Seldom does it fade away
I focus on the pain
My soul ablaze
Forlorn and frozen flame
I focus on the pain
Forlorn and frozen flame
I focus on the pain