Canticum Lyrics - Yearning

Canticum
Unreal is grip of this drea
Calling out for trut
Mirage that they call lif
Hovering in yo
EWngulfed in caress of nigh
And sigh of the dea
Cold rain covers the deed
That once were don
Virtues have withered no
Beside the sinful crow
No need to ask for mor
After the Babylo
The smile in angels fac
Will turn to grimac
At sea of deca
Some have basked in haz
You may question your lif
And ask me reason wh
But I can tell yo
Nothing is tru
Let's die together...