The Thunderstorm Sunrise

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At the thunderstorm sunrise I waken from sleep
My dark spirit soars out of the nightmarish deep
As the voices of suffering shatter my dream
I return to the present - relentless and grim

What I've really become after all these  drear years?
...Faith and death, gloom and silence, my fears and my tears...
I still watch the cerulean waves lave the shore
But my youth spent in solitude calls me no more

So much pain... so much restless despair I've been through...
There were too many things none can rightly construe
Like a loneliest stranger I trudged in the night
With the Blackness to heed and the Bible to cite

How should I feel today if the senses are dead?
Opportunity... e'en if it was, it had fled
To the cold frigid beauty I could not succumb
And I'm sure now that Love is what never to come

Only one dusk enchantress would solace my grief
Though we're lost in life, sometimes she brought me relief
Oft I miss her caress... but the light do us part
And the fevering emptiness fetters my heart

I have solved nothing global, composed nothing great
Always trying to break down the walls of my fate,
I just sang for my land, sent a curse to the foe
And burnt high in the sky with the vespertine glow

Was I wrong? Where's my creed in this gray earthly mess?
Those who hate me, would hardly perceive my distress
My enflamed mind re-shows me the past - scene by scene
...I have borne quite enough to excuse every sin...

What remains for the minstrel whose star has declined
But to leave the passed joys and disasters behind?
I'm departing. This autumn will seal up my door
And the thunder shall follow my steps with the roar