Grey winds of sorrow pass the enchanted willows 
• For the wealth of man focus this holy creation 
• And through the eyes of one glass statue falls another mans desire 
• Ever watching the shadows of the hawk, billowing on the soft dirt below 
• Her tears drop to the earth 
• The splash of salt sings to me 
• Ever burning candle lights the passion 
• White marble stones pain my bare feet 
• Nothing can hurt more then my heart 
• The sun has warmed the day 
• No assurance lies within the sunlight 
• Telling tales of soft young children and the death of our closest love 
• Seasons of frost burns before our eyes 
• Listening to the whispers of the wind 
• The infinite passion of ones desires will separate man from his God 
• This is where all [bad word] to pass 
• And only the love of two concurs this plague 
• My bloody feet leave a trail that the insects now devour 
• And for many days the stones have cut, but for today there is no darkness 
• The smell of dead leaves fills the air 
• As the once warm sun disappears behind the clouds of Heaven 
• Help me, I cannot see • I'm [bad word] blind to all that surrounds me 
• But I will always know the [bad word] 
• Help me, I cannot see