In sleep I felt them perish
the winds that once did fan...

As morningsrise comes
and the first gleams of light...

For this did come our saviour
this myriad of sins...

Lord, I regret to disturb you.
There appears to be some mistake...

Where now falls the silver the saved us?
Where now sleeps the passion we rose with...

`Twas hope she once lent us, I see as I gaze,
across the horizon her death sets ablaze...

What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...

My soul will blend with autumn`s wind,
roam pained by roses grown within...

I have been walking for many a year
choosing my paths by how they appear...

Denial of the fantastic,
and impossible height...

There is a tenseness in the air,
that I have seldom felt before...

There is a tenseness in the air,
that I have seldom felt before...