The snow beats upon my face on a cold, lonely...
The world left engulfed in the haze of those now...

Who gave you the permission to judge,
You think you know me but do you really...

My love,
Is as a song never sung, a story never written...

A broken man walks alone tonight,
Beside him trees sway to and fro...

Come follow me to far off lands,
To pirate islands and pearly sands...