It was all true A parlour strode and the night sets forever I stray in the quiet cold And you gird me when I dare to listen ♪ Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow Lips try to form "because" ♪ Trying adapt to the wilderness Where even foes close their eyes and leave ♪ We're inside the glade Every now and then I wipe the dust aside to remember ♪ How I drape my face With my bare hands
The same that brought me here ♪ But you were beyond all help The folded message that wept my name ♪ (Shadows) Shadows skulk at my coming
We survey the slopes ♪ We survey the slopes ♪ In search for the words to write the missing page The tainted, the tainted dogma, dogma Time grows short As the piper plays his tune
We are almost there ♪ You are beyond all help Dancing into the void We are almost there