As I stand here now
I stand here so alone
My eyes are filled with tears
We believed we had it all in our hands
But oh so little we have now
So cold the lachrymal fluid blaming me
Never will we see the horizon again
We're lost in this so deep
Submerged wasteland
It's sad the way she tries to tender me
Her eyes are filled with tears
Our only remembrance emotional ecstasy
Now thousands of flies on her pale body
How we loved it
Her sweet smelling grass we once laid in
In our coldest mornings we used to smile
Being able to open theatre curtains
And enjoying the diamond winterfields
We were watching
But it all had an end
Let's take the serpentine windings
To the end of the wasteland
We're lost in winterfields of pain
Only rivers they have no end
Now even the snow it makes us blind
Will this passion sermon
Ever stop again