• Erupting from your bed chambers a magnificent crash, the birth of a new day
    This Gothic sunrise covers the ocean in inimitable gray
    as the salt water swells smash into your soul oasis, the only reprieve
    final defense against the nightmares that beckon you to leave,

    The blight begins to elevate this cold, chilling morn
    Your mood begins to rise, before the spirits are torn
    a final burst of rising joy to greet the faceless terrors ahead
    without this last minute burst by eve you may be dead

    It dawns, yet no true light is cast upon the gnarled forest, bleak
    Haunted visions catch your eye and torture your mind so weak
    infinite shadows throw their ghastly visage upon the city of ash
    shivering lone ruins blackened stones this crypt of miasma lash,

    The gray commences to fade, and bright darkness dips to wane
    A solitary campfire is all that shall remain
    Unholy visceral dancers cutting to the bone
    unpleasing melody, sitting on your imperial throne,

    But alas! As everything must have and end, so should you
    All the concepts of reality are shattered, nothing is true
    lying on your twisted funeral pyre
    consumed in ethereal crematory fire,

    Basking in sweet nothing as you contemplate your end
    wondering why such desolate loneliness was your only friend
    Why was it so dark? you finally begin to realize
    there is no sun in A Gothic Sunrise.