...and i thought, "so haunting, is the grey mist"
As today's dawn brings tears to my eyes
(though they are tears of the harsh wind)
so painful are these thoughts
of sombre hopes for absolute rest
...that i feel so surreal (and so serene)
Ah...that silver queen
her cool rays reach down to me
and i breathe one last sigh
as i remember those torturous days
(when we suffered)
The pain...
it is the scars that brought us
together
(now we are healing, now we
are recovering
and you're falling deeper
and deeper within yourselves
Ah...serenity
It is threats to trinity that inspired me
winter's grace, in a cold embrace
it feeds me
...that is why i am feeling so serene
As today's dawn brought tears to my eyes
(tears not of woe)
so painful are these thoughts
of sombre hopes for absolute rest
you know i feel so serene
As the grey mist dies away
to silent deserted hills
i bury my head in my hands
The faint echoes of false
belief are heard no more
and are crying for
me in the far.