All the others have left me behind
There's no voices I can hear
I'm afraid I've lost my mind
But the past's not what I should fear

Make way up the path to the forest at night
Bewildered by all I can see with no light

Is there nothing we can save
No morals left, I'd be depraved
Live like a master, die the slave
But I dare not open the grave
Open the grave

Through the darkness I see their eyes
Glowing yellow, owls in the trees
All the memories I despise
I read on stone down on my knees

I read of the death of my mother before
Such words of despair, so to the sky I implore

Is there nothing we can save
No morals left, I'd be depraved
Live like a master, die the slave
But I dare not open the grave
Open the grave

With my hands raised to the sky
A line of notes I learned to sing
The distaff of Elder Atropos
My fingers wrapped around the shaft

Flashes of red and yellow fly
I beckon to the world to bring
If I could see my mother's ghost
She'd teach me all about her craft

The wind begins to howl
The sky, it opens wide
I feel the heaven's scowl
And lightning strikes the tide

I feel the earth is shaking
The ground threatens to split
The woven threads unmaking
And so I know I must stop it

No more toying with life and death
I'll let the dead stay dead and gone
I calm my mind and take a breath
And so I'll play a different song

Is there nothing we can save
No morals left, I'd be depraved
Live like a master, die the slave
But I dare not open the grave
Open the grave