The grave of our youth is up ahead

And life has become a burden

We move in circles of suppressed despair

Waiting for the sun

And turning stones to find evidence

But it hides in the recesses of our hearts



A written decree of our loss

And we carried no faith in the cross

And the cold years are coming

For the victims of a longing



Out through the doors of starvation

And into the rains of damnation

Where the bitter winds are singing

For the victims of a longing



We carried along through squalor

With an inborn need to dominate and possess

It gives birth to an anger inside

And we can't control this

The blood of departure in our tracks

Dripping from our emptying vessels

Your hand reached out to hold mine

But you're grasping melting ice



Asleep in the rain

A child once again

And the ghost in my head

Has forgiven me



Lifted his curse upon me