Senkhara - Lost Years Lyrics

The withered flowers
I bring each night
And lay to your grave
The last remaining hope
Of the days of light
When time was still my slave

Now time tells me to obey
I've become its rightful prey
The sins of mind became my own
Nocturnal cage six feet below

The years I've lost
Will be found again
The years I've lost
Will shine

The years I've lost
Will be found again
The years I've lost
Will shine

Oh burn your ashen candles
My angel of doom
Take off your dusty mantles
Vicars of the obscure

The years I've lost
Will be found again
The years I've lost
Will shine

The years I've lost
Will be found again
The years I've lost
Will shine

The years I've lost
Will be found again
The years I've lost
Will shine

I will resurrect everyone I lost
On the altar of cinder,
Of blood, incense and dust

Let down your mighty weapon
My soul convenes to rise