Along the way of creeping howl
amongst the heaven of the gods
I stumble in haste and fear to loose
the faith in all I mend to see
The weeping tree, the mirror mind
leads me to the house of blind
the shadow, I have seen before
is closing now the opened door
I hear the sound of slowly waves
that echo through the canyon caves
and suddenly, a light appears
to embrace me with its golden tears
It takes me to the end of time
and shows me in the light of lime
the future and the past of be
and that the god still sleeps in me
And silently, without a sound
in shelter arm myself I find
the eyes, that smother me so warm
are swallowing my fear of harm
Should never ever I again
believe that I will burn in pain
That angel in which arms I am save
has made me to her loving slave...