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...