The Gathering Of Tears

Winds, I'm forever lost
Tears what is left to be seen?
My God, my God, what will I become?
I see no light

Like a dying flower, in the season of grey
Like the northern wind, in the land of dreams
Like a solemn figure, in falling snow
Like a bleeding statue I lose my faith!!!

I hear a serenade
But why this bitter end?
Why?

With mourning eyes I gather tears
Through this veil of thorns I fail to see
What I believe
A calling to a darker time

I stand in the gloominess in this stream of pain
Dark tears leave my eyes as I watch the sunset

Who will guide my shadow, to the burning sky?
Who will be my voice, when I speak no more?
Who will ease this burden, when all grief is gone?
Who will watch the night, where I belong?

I hear a serenade
But why this bitter end?
Why?
Winds, I'm forever lost
Tears what is left to be seen?