Walking Down Their Outlook

Have you met the gods who have to die?
Served by all and feared by those who cry
Wisdom in the forward tears
Brought to them in cups of fear by you
Wake me from the seal of night
Shatter it with rays of light
Through which we'll take to fly
Shed in the nightmare
Nowhere can you run nowhere to hide?
Walking down the outlooks they provide
Grave is my love she knows why
we shall live, and never die, do you?
Wake me from the seal of night
Shatter it with rays of light
Through which we'll take to fly
Shed in the nightmare