MORNING BROKE

 

Like a ray of sunshine that is your name, so thou burns through my hidden coffin;

no dark of the night can repel the beauty that is to me your callin’. 

A Vampyre in the prowl so is your fragrance to me – the essence of stalkin’. 

Here I stand to you as a sacrifice – a lamb given to the takin’.

 

A song tunes in my ear as the Morning Broke...

 

...strong enough this calling is to break the yoke.

 

From the tomb I awake to hear a voice quickening me;

whom, I say is this that comes to interrupt me!? 

For many years I have laid here, will you just let me be! 

No longer do I care to come up from the depths to acknowledge or see. 

Continue on thou journey and let this man of old be of no glee.

 

Looking upon this face of light, fear grips the loneliness in my bosom. 

No matter how much I try to fight, I cannot escape the caress from this unspoken woman.

 

A new tide has come upon the shores...

 

...black bird can’t deny the feeling of soars!

 

No longer can I continue to walk in a lie, can’t cloke;
for to me, this is the truth that stands today... Morning Broke.