The blessed shade of midnight hue And out the window she had flew The trail of feathers led to you Right through an open door...
The perfect song was never sung A painting that was never hung I waited til our twos became one and both as one we fell...
Now I walk on bloodied feet Through ruins and deserted streets Over the hills and to the sea The clouds are gathering...
If the shepherd leaves behind his herd And sleeps beneath a blanket of fur His vision would begin to blur And this day will be his last day in this world...