the morning has yet to breathe

[AnTaRTiCa]

the morning has yet to breathe

the time has come
it's the waking hour
they've come to take us away

outside is the black cloud
the soldiers have their orders
and we lay here together

Hold me closer
let this moment last
I never want to forget this

I believe god's grown tired of his creation
angels turn their backs
heavens waiting helpless

this is our last moment my love
kiss me here right now
maybe we can keep them out.

In the purest form I love you
the fear is yielding an end

hold me here my love
they'll soon come
to send us to a new home

soon we'll be even closer
The war is at our door.