I search for you in abandoned theatres
In the rivers of sweet sublime sounds

Daughter of infinite passion, of unending love

Death was the train that traversed
The time riddled paths of your soul

You were the star that warmed glacial lakes
and bitter hands

You were the light that guided souls into the skies
And darkness filled your soul

To motherless children you lower your tender hands
In the climax of winter you sing of sweet spring

I lift you from the hard, poverty stricken face of the earth
Into the otherworldly skies

Shining valiantly like a cross on the slender altar of the night