In The Break Of The Evening

The sun sets in the east

And the rose blooms in the west

My heart fills the room with sorrow

As my tears turn to stone

Where is the golden flute

That beckons my every call?

So profound is the weak

That weeps beneath the sun

And I call on you

But you don't hear me

The chandeliers rock to their core!

Behold the beautiful trees mi amor

As the shadows come running forward

In the break of the evening, I am contempt

There are no more winds to ascend

What golden flute calls upon my name

When my name is no longer relevant?

I hear your heart beating

And so is mine

Let us die together in sin,

For my heart is golden

And so is yours

I run amidst the graves of nowhere

Oh how lucky I am to be alive

For I am the break of the evening

Breaking the sun, the moon, and the stars;

Oh how lucky I am

To be alive,

There is no other way to die.