"Alive here be another's choice

I return the gift to my maker

Relinquish the pain

Of the intimate stranger



Sing with golden tongue

For my brother's eternal rest

He was me and I was he

In these halls of sorrow



In this chapel of burning

Whisper to me



Worn out memories burn

He's calling to me again

Like a passing friend

bowing at my window



In this chapel I burn

My soul's true dark home

Beckoning endless tears

that mystic figure i fear



The autumn dance of fire

the faces laugh alone

To meet me tomorrow"