The crow arises And steals the dreams from my eyes Kneel down and kiss the ground Stations of the new cross Yet at the faintest light, Even his conscious is eating him alive I believe in Regret for when the morning appears again I believe in one regret to hold You when the morning appears again Dawn of devotion Temporary nuance I light fire to bait a prey Simpler than you are Though you don't believe I might Even his conscious was eating him alive Tell the world I believe in Regret for when the morning appears again I believe in regret for when the sun appears again The crown arises and plucks The dreams from my eyes The stations of the new cross