In the distance their cries I hear I bare their pain and woe, Ti's grave
Fields are muddled with blood and bones, the souls of many are gone
The hollows of my mind are flooded, filled with screams of horror
Canst thou waken me from this dream, I beckon unto thee?
Nightly lanterns burn for the wandering lost at sea while it gapes
Trembling, now I fear the master forgotten these shackles on me
My blood is cold the night is long and yet I pray still the more
Mercy I beseech thee O hear me now for my spirit is come undone
As the Angels sing to me, I feel enchanted only moments sake
With visions of white and doves in flight ,my heart is pure for thee
This time is won I have no breath, as for me this battle is O'er.