• These ashen skies, this tumbling gray
    Once shielded me form the light,
    This horrid day.

    Oh, why have you forsaken me,
    In such a time most dire?
    Turning to a shell, can you not see?

    So much death, so much hate,
    My anger boils, burning within,
    My wretched soul dies at an alarming rate.

    These ashen skies, once a peaceful world of gray,
    Now turn black upon this horrid day.

    These ashen skies,
    Once a tumbling gray,
    No longer shields me as my spirit dies.