The Dreadful Hours

Mother, will you take me down?
I have become so afraid
Mother please, please take me down
I am sorry, your boy is not brave

Child, just hold on
Night will soon be gone
Sleep if you can
But watch your father's hand

We do not want you
Nobody loves you
Father of the dark
Tonight will greet you

God in Heaven, can you hear me?
Help me, O Lord, they're coming for me
Mother warned me, father scorned me
O my God now, now I hear him

I claim your life on this night
Within sight of your own God

The silence, the waiting, then the pain
O child, sleep will be here soon
Your life has only ever been shame
And so, young boy, my hand brings doom

Child, won't you awake?
Father has gone
Child, please come awake
Please, my tiny son