You wish to know the truth
I am not like you
You are a weakling
From a weak seed
When the bleak morning breaks over a strange city
You confess: One must find the courage, somehow, anyway
This sick dream, in its stories
our life is told
ours where nothing passes
not hate, nor love soiled
Go away
Go away
Go away go away
Years of dark passages
Dragged from my hands
To the silent chamber
Where even the walls look away
When the storm breaks on our pilgrimage, we fall
And the Earth screams to the empty winds
When the Brightest Angel arrives