Lying on the river
The secret's in the star

Three swords through a heart of red
Lay upon the altar
Somewhere out there there is a sun

But I'm so cold

Changed by sorrow

And now that rage and hatred has filled me to the heart
I break my oaths to the world
To shed desire and free the swords from my soul
But when I return from grace
I'm entombed in stone

The sun, the summer sun
Calling...
Calling...
It is not the bane of those in suffering
To know the light of fire inside
For what we love is death and black
And when a flower grows from a tear
And the flies scatter across the abyss
What remains is a crack in the rock

Calling out, to the sun
Are you coming into view?
No...