Come down my child, take me to the core of the flame

The world denied, poisoned by the turn of the game

One early morning I woke and sorrow gave me my name

Come rest my child, take me to the heart of the flame

Calm down my child, tell me 'bout the scent of the rain

Something has died, silent and in absence of pain

One early morning I woke and no one whispered my name

Calm down my child, stagnancy is bliss for the sane

(Créditos: hissingdisgrace e Pedroamos/ myspace)