These streams weave an inner mass of time no sun escapes Now then as if attachment to this life is cut down and washed away Could be my one last chance to fly to pass and fade Lift me now up to the starlit skies I cannot stay
The wolves cry far outside to mark my blackest day The call of the great beyond is just a heartbeat away
Find myself stopped at the cellar doors a glow of red “Forgive me goddess of these halls, but this curse has left me dead” “Please grant my passage into the den of peace and grace” “This life has left me scorched in ruin I will not bereave this space”
The wolves cry far outside to mark my blackest day The call of the great beyond is just a heartbeat away