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?