4. The Stings I Carry (2002 - In Fields Of Pestilent Grief)

Summon the winds and swear 
If ever my God you were 
Like silver in the morning-fields 
I'd give my life for you 

I do not exist 
I am but two eyes and a shadow 
I would make you see 
If I had the courage 

Dance your celestial witch-dance 
gracious and hurtful 

Weep like the night-clad sky 
a crumbled leaf in dirt I lie 
For slumbers sweet embrace I try 
and in my dream that I may die