Bellator - A Cry to Silence

I stand beside your lowly grave
Silence is breathing around
Mourning while you are slumbering low
In this world's vernal dawn

Ah dream too bright to last
Ah starry hope that did arise
But to be overcast
A voice from out of the future cries
On and on and over the past
Dim gulf, my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast
Mute, motionless, aghast

For alas with me !
The light of life is over
No..no more no more!
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar
Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore
To the sands..upon the shore!