Only for the wind I lay myself down feeling this scarlet scent of death under ebony shades I dream of a child dancing in heaven, dancing in heaven I must have seen this face before a monument of shallow sorrows under ebony shades a child now dies but grievance won't regain something grasp for my soul I think it's god but my sorrow is dragging me down through my sins where is god in his heaven why am I a twisted mind now I see the light above but in darkness I must fall for my soul you pray at last will I find my place? the stench of sorrow that pierce my flesh can never be pure when the blackness overwhelms me where shall I turn to run away to never look back to run away from evil