My knife is my steed,
Leading me on...

All around i hear their voices,
Crying from afar...

In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...

Death,
There is no word, to describe it...

Torn wings, sweeping desert,
Toward the rising sun...

Through the woods of darkness,
Through the grass of day...

Where did you go today sis?
You never said goodbye...

She guides you though the fields of dreams,
She takes you by your hand...

She took the knife, so quiet, so smooth,
From the kitchen chest...

Mum says you’ve gone to heaven,
Dad walks away...

There he knelt, with broken wings,
Blood dripping from his chest...

Lying in the velvet dark,
I thought I heard you calling...