Obsidian - Night Director lyrics

Night descends on the burning land Descendant lies with a cross in hand Silence in stress, anxiety and grief. No one knows of the untold sin. Recalling the night and the night before. You were loving another, not a boy or a girl. Lost in a moment, happiness is rare. Love in a cemetery is a grave affair. You want to escape but you don't know when. Idiots and sycophants keep you emotionally trapped in. Little boys express your art through vicarious expressions. Stolen emotions off your depression. The second times a charm is what they say. The second time makes me a fool is what they say. If I finally died would you grieve tonight? If I finally died would you grieve tonight? Will you think of me at all tonight? Will you think of me with him tonight?