Voiceless [bad word] through my head
Haunting Vespers
Press from the dead

There are lights on
The path is clear ahead
I was certain
You'd be there 'till the end

Oh, oh
Hold me 'till the end
Oh, oh

Shine a light on
Show the lighted path
Feel them rising
Reaching from the path

Stars cascading
Light beyond the clouds
Empty rivers
Flowing empty now

Oh, oh
Hold me 'till the end
Oh, oh
I'll take you to the end