stone cold appearance
a change of times
try to embrace me
the frosty hands of yours

darkness falls
in your eyes
as i whisper His name
past obliges
you to fall
on your knees

hate will abandon me
i will prevail
season of grace
see the healers face

i stand corrected
while you wind
down low suspended
in all your might you fall

no more pain
from the past
this is how it was thought
past obliges
you to fall
on your knees