Taken Away

The eye ranged the room
When I met my doom
And the sands [bad word] out

The sky is overcast
And my thoughts have ranged the past
The sunset glow so crimson

And when all is on the slope
The parting hour of hope
And a cone of rays awaits

 [bad word] 
Whenever we mourn at the bed
And pray for the soul of the dead
Was there all said and done
Under this pale sun
The end of the matter's a tear
[bad word] blow so full of fear
The darkest hour of day
When you are gone and taken away

Ivy-clad the bed
Some dark clouds overhead
I am at a loss of words

The river draws to a close
From source to sea it goes
The eleventh hour's near

 [bad word] 
Whenever we mourn at the bed
And pray for the soul of the dead
Was there all said and done
Under this pale sun
The end of the matter's a tear
[bad word] blow so full of fear
The darkest hour of day
When you are finally gone and taken away