Текст песни The Waning

These eyes have wept , torrents of tears The sense of wonder , slowly sleeping away The love that embodied , this false serenity Was no more tragic , than my own illusion The call beyond the veil , from the orchards of limbs And gently violent spirals , where thoughts are born You possess the answer to it all ! A soul on the wane , that is the price of life For i will come to you , ultimately alone