Arcane Sound - Inconsequential Lyrics

O weary soul, my feet doth drag
Across the shards of broken dawn,
My spirit torn, a tattered rag
In this cursed life I'm forced upon.
Coins be few, my pockets worn,
An echo in the night forlorn-
Time hounds me with its dreadful scorn,
And I stand as if I'm never reborn.
Doth thou not hear my hollow cry?
I'm but a wraith no gold can buy,
The hours bleed, I'm always tired-
My name is dust, my fate misfired.
In poverty's grip I scrape the floor,
An inconsequential soul once more.
The sun arises, mocks my plight,
Yet slumber ne'er redeems my eyes.
I tread the shadows, chased by night,
My heart's lament a thousand cries.
All I offer-lost, unheard,
The raven caws at hope deferred.
These bones are shackled by the sword
Of life's cruel vow, a dark accord.
O hush, thou fickle day,
Let the gloom feast on my sorrow.
No coins, no crown, no bright array-
I drown in dust, dread for tomorrow.
Doth thou not hear my hollow cry?
I'm but a wraith no gold can buy,
The hours bleed, I'm always tired-
My name is dust, my fate misfired.
In poverty's grip I scrape the floor,
An inconsequential soul once more.
Doth thou not hear me beckon still?
I pace the grave, void left to fill.
In debt to life, no chance to own,
My bones, undone-forever alone.
The hours bleed, I'm always tired-
And thus my wretched heart's expired.