Renaissance Lyrics - Virgin Black

And I looked to the air 

But the breeze was not cold 

I sought for your hand 

To hold unto me 

I lay awakened 

The dew on my brow 

Come take my life 

God, I'm dying 

And the spirits of slumber 

Lulled at my side 

They tormented my world 

And praised at my grave 

I gave them a portion 

In pursuance of my peace 

But they took it and broke it 

Where is my hope?