Exile lyrics

This yearning grows ill when thoughts of you Slip through me like poison Birth of this sickness, infecting my will Relics upon my return Exiling is futile Remnants from a world forsaken Home of the hopeless Scars of this weakness Memories fading forever I long for death's promise to be set free Roman's escape veneer Beneath lies a true prison Never to return to the sweetness of soft flesh This Elba, a deathbed, Thoughts of return, fantasy Broken dreams lay me softly down Home of the fallen Scars of battles lost In sickness forevermore