The morning rays No longer give me your warmth We beckoned for your embrace But our mourning has not reached you Oh Seraph, won't you cleanse me By those purifying flames I once called retribution I cannot understand The runes carried by your servant A beacon upon a cowering child Your imprinted message of indifference, Mourning under God's red sky, Decaying under His watch My pitiful calls end with lament for you If only If only your touch reached me The stinging rain Quietly falls over lifeless ground, Washing away my regrets The sun set for you But time still dies here I call for your embrace; Your return to your original form.