What do we have here?
A thousand doors in the house
Drafty and dusty,
Only tempest left
Thousand lights in the windows
Were here once.
I only wish
To not freeze in the wind
In front of the last door
For a brief moment
I will erase everything from memory
And believe him.
So what do you know about me
What do you believe about me
What do you want from me
What do you know
It must be warmer
Beyond the doorstep
One step higher
Soot on the glass panes
Both myrrh and chrism are there
All for those who survived
And come morning
Smoke will be frozen without fire
Ashes in the house of the Lord
Nobody
Takes interest in me
Except perhaps...
What do you know about me
What do you believe about me
And why do you care
What do you know
And come dawn
No crusifix but a dagger
Bleeds quietly.
Ill will gives us
A wide berth,
Dark tatters rustling.
Everything will return,
Night-beads without end
Strung on the thread of sky.
What if
There'll be a place for me
In your father's home?
What do you know about me
What do you believe about me
I'm cannot change my own fate
A thousand doors in the house
A thousand lights in the house
A thousand deaths in the house
And what do we have here?
What do you know about me?