Our eyes, they did envision.
Our hopes, they did ascend...

To never be happy, nor ever find peace,
a constant longing that never will cease...

Flameflower do I name thee,
for I saw thee in the dawn...

I found no rest in sleeping
for I dreamt the dream again...

World is sick,
clung to by tired arms...

Up from the dawning east,
there rose no hope today...

We still recall them, those who spoke
of where the winds of fate would find us...

Like in a dream of starlit skies,
my feet bore me into the wild...

As my tears hit the sand
I close her blessed eyes...

A thought awoke me late tonight
Is winter more than snow...

Eyes wide open
in the darkest place...

Twilight creeping across this field.
Whispers of shadows, yet revealed...