Little girl sits with her head hanging... down
Time to think and wipe away her frown
Staring through her window... raindrops fall
Storm clouds the room and fills her self

And the time has come for her... to know...

The [d....] calls a name and the march begins with force
Pleading with the gods to please change their course
The Reaper sits quiety near her with a grin
She will pay dearly costs for her sin

And the nails pound in her... hand...

Pain falls from her eyes
Pain falls from her cries
Pain falls as she dies
Pain falls from her eyes

The sun brings forth a new life and a new day
Turning over time and rotten will decay
Someone tells a tale just as they will
It will sit in journal on the windowsill

And there it sets for crying out for help...

Pain falls from his eyes
Pain falls from his cries
Pain falls as it dies
Pain falls from his tries

(Instrumental)

Pain falls from their eyes
Pain falls from their cries
Pain falls from their eyes
Pain falls as they die

They are searching the lost dream...
They are searching the lost dream...
They are searching the lost dream...
They are searching the lost dream...