Clutching the Urn

[Intro]
(It's Gently on the beat)

[Verse 1]
Clutching the urn
Can't let go, no I won't, no
Life took a turn
Vanquished into the shadows
Found peace within silence, mountain ranges divide us
Hermit of the wood cursed by the Touch of Midas
Whoa, whoa, whoa
If I'm gone by December, I'd want you to know
That I still care and I'm still feeding your roses
Calling for your lust but all is hopeless, whoa
Lucifer crept his way into my dreams again
Awoke in a cold sweat
Desolation exacerbates more
More and more with every sunset

[Verse 2]
Still clutching onto the urn
Weeping, grieving, praying for your return
A cylinder wrapped up in twine
It all came undone as I sever ties
Still feeding Embers that burn
Weeping, grieving, praying for your return
The cylinder once occupied by the love of mine has nothing inside