Under The Plaintive Sky

And so does the downhearted tune
 Resound through this murky night
 And the wind groan its wistful song
 For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight
 These two round-shouldered figures
 Forward slowly through this grey day
 Under the forest's white canopy
 Out of the drifting snow's way
 With rime dressed-faces they wander
 With guilt carved-hearts they flee
 With grim stained-minds they hover
 Between hope and despair
 With rime dressed-faces they wander
 With guilt carved-hearts they flee
 With grim stained-minds they ponder
 If they ever be free of their sins
 May the stars become my eyes
 And the wind become my hearing
 Let them guide us through
 These pitch-dark mornings
 May the snowfall end
 And the shining moon rise
 So we can find our way out
 From these all-consuming nights
 Underneath the blanket of stars
 Embraced by another cold night
 Two round-shouldered figures
 Leave these shores behind
 Quietly they wonder
 If they ever will see the light
 They now lose in their shadows
 Owe to the darkest of nights
 With rime dressed-faces they wander
 With guilt carved-hearts they flee
 With grim stained-minds they hover
 Between hope and despair
 With rime dressed-faces they wander
 With guilt carved-hearts they flee
 With grim stained-minds they ponder
 If they ever be free of their sins