No rest for the wicked
At the loss of human kindness
And all our days are lighted
With ignorant, darkened, blindness

Shadows around me
Illusions appear real
While angels surround me
They break the seventh seal

Innocence lost; forever sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
A dream I thought; but never wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Yesterday is silent
While tomorrow speaks of rage
And time has somehow ended
Yet life is still a stage

Though brief, in a shadow
Reflection of a sire
Cold, dark and empty
Where once there burned a fire

Innocence lost; forever sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
A dream I thought; but never wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

-Terry Rowland