Stones mark the way
All who fell passed through here
Sinners, saints and madmen
Soil soaked up the blood
Trees stand like titans
Sweep away shallow things
Cold, cold world
Hear the dogs sniffing 'round
Sinners, saints and madmen
That slow burn suicide
Return from whence you came
To the smoke and the sea
Across the mirror of water
Reflections of low days
