The dark of night was swiftly fading And brokers who break everything of swindlers who act like kings Gets caught up in the mechanism Man goes beyond his own decision And separates the widow from the bride That trickles down through the mountain We'll rise above the scarlet tide When he wants everything Man has no choice A little bird did sing I thought I heard a black bell toll Or take myself far from this place Must I accept his fate When I recall his parting words Close to the dawn of day Why would I wound him just to lose him again We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain and separates the widow from the bride.