In the cold misty Morning
gleaming rays awake the dawn
Here I stand - a Stranger in this land
does your conscience betray you?
falling from grace - feel the Sun on my face
does desire still hold true?
Mistyfied by the beauty - does the hunter pity
his pray? Under starless skies all Love must die
and fade away
Take my hand - Devine or Damned - Make a stand
Seize the day
Yours or mine - Damned of Divine
Draw the line - come what may
Looking down from Ethereal Skies
Silent crystalline tears I cry
For all must say their last goodbye - to Paradise