The Loss

Take A Look Up To The Stars

In The End Of A May's Night

So Near And Yet So Far

Seems Their Light

That's No More Within Your Sight

And Still Turns The Mortal Wheel

Of This World Cold As Steel

Have The Gods Pity Of He

Who Dies Young As Ancients Say?

What Tomorrow Brings Is Unknown

But The Past Has His Cost

And Still Turns The Mortal Wheel

Of This World Cold As Steel

'Til Death Of Sun We'll Cry A Loss...

'Til Death Of Sun We'll Cry A Loss...