Oh how hurting was the touch, lived as an omen of farewell greyness fell upon an already darkened dream, when never seen the sorrow, when never seen the pain
Now we face the walk all through the garden, blood red flowers gathered round
In a sorrowful embrace we won't fear the thorns, we won't fear the pain
Let us walk towards the light, call it destiny or fate
And the wounds, let them be opened, 'cause the stream that flows is love and the stream that flows is hate
No existing beauty has ever had a brighter shine than thine
Now you fade away
Like sand from my hand, you slip away