8. What Could Have Been (2002 - In Fields Of Pestilent Grief)
Bringer of rain, mother of heaven's tears 'least you hide my own, least you hide I swear you touched my heart A thousand aeons worth of hopelessness... Leaves me freezing Where you once burnt, where you once burnt
More like two lost children seeking shelter in each others Nothing unpure, to regret, 'tis all we share now Averting eyes and stone silence chases not the winter night, but summons storms
Why all the distance now? We were close, and our souls touched If only for this very moment warmth was in our hands