OVERCAST

(Tune: original, as it were)

Another day is passing, another useless day,
The skies are sullen grey, and soon it will be raining,
Another clutch of wasted hours, each one like the last,
Overcast, overcast.

The red sun that once fired me has donned a sombre shroud,
Impenetrable cloud, full-blown and ripe for draining,
And every day of sunless grey my power grows the less,
Bitterness, bitterness.

	The city that I swore to save still groans beneath the yoke,
	My vow is worse than meaningless, my life a gallows joke,
	And the red sun cannot see me,
	And my hatred cannot free me,
	And the wind from hell cannot dispel
	The clouds that hang like altar-smoke....

I sit in dirty taverns, seeking solace in cheap wine,
Such high resolve was mine, how sad to feel it waning,
And by and by I weep for my forgotten hopes and fears,
Useless tears, useless tears.

Exquisite melancholy saps my manhood from its core,
No paths left to explore, no prizes worth the gaining,
For time will make a mockery of all that I have known,
Dust and bone, dust and bone.

	I sought to start another war, my blood-oath to fulfil,
	But that would make me guilty as the ones I swore to kill,
	So the red sun must forgive me,
	For my hate must not outlive me,
	And the wind from hell must end the spell
	That stabs me for my lack of will....

Another day has passed and now I seek the balm of sleep,
But pain is much too deep, I waken taut and straining,
I cannot find the future, I am locked inside the past,
Overcast, overcast,
And soon another day will dawn exactly like the last,
Overcast, overcast.