A sovereign solid will
In midnight's grasp
In her frigid embrace
A rattling cold deep rasp
I watch for this night's end
When will the sun shine upon my face
Deep in my rotting prison
I long to leave this fetid place
I would take your hand
Afraid, I must hesitate
I will never trust what I cannot see
So I watch the sand trickle and wait
The hands on the clock tick slow
Seconds are hours, and hours are days
How many years will fly past
As I sit in my dismay
So my story goes
Alone in this darkened land
I will always sink down
Trapped by midnight's unrelenting hand
