The sun draws a line, how scathing, divine Yet under cold grief I shiver like a leaf in October gale My skin turns so pale and feels burning sore It happens once more Release me from this guilt Set me free out of this hell Will you bring solace when this pain floods my soul? As anger abates deep sorrow awaits Im drained and alone On the edge of the unknown
abates, scathing, october, gale, solace