Funeral of the Sun

The sky collapsed in silent dread No dawn returned, the day is dead We gather ash where warmth once lay And curse the birth of endless gray Where is the fire? Where is the flame? Nothing but cold Calling my name Where is the fire? Where is the flame? Nothing but cold Calling my name Nothing but cold Calling my name Cities sleep beneath frostbitten stone Children draw stars they’ve never known The trees forgot the taste of light And dream in black through endless night We lit our prayers in broken glass But no one heard, no day could pass The sun was buried without a grave And now the shadows are all we save Funeral of the sun, no eulogy to give We mourn a world too cold to live The sky won’t speak, the clouds don’t cry Only silence standing by Funeral of the sun, the sky will never mend We are the ashes of the end Where is the fire? Where is the flame? Nothing but cold Calling my name I held a candle in my chest But it flickered like the rest I begged the dark to take me whole But it fed instead upon my soul And yet we sing, and yet we breathe Though every hour is soaked in grief We forge our warmth in fury's steel And teach our ghosts to feel Funeral of the sun, our tears are carved in stone We’ve learned to burn, but not alone In this frost we claim our place With fire in hearts, not in space Funeral of the sun, the anthem of decay But we’re still marching through the gray Where is the fire? Where is the flame? Nothing but cold Calling my name No sunrise waits, no morning comes But we still walk… we still become … we still become … we still become … we still become