Like a faithless I weep Like an old man in his final, filthy bed What love was ever mine to keep? Over what do the trees stand dead? Brave little flame I really saw you below the oak Whilst wondering to thy name Your dance plumed the fires of your cloak The litany of rain upon, an earthless coffin... Like a stranger on the path Like a lonely man that lingers What dark creature will reveal it's wrath? To what do trees point barren fingers? Silent little flame Was it really you before my face? Why burden me with such a shame Forever your ghost to chase? The litany of rain upon, an earthless coffin...