The cripple knows more Than he shows In the darkness of the forrest A child wonders From a hard soil A strong spirit grows But do you know the power a secret holds? The rower, the first lion The call of the last crow In the galleries of death They roam It's not made of silver It's not made of gold But do you know the power a secret holds? x2 Walls crumble Rivers rise And kings stumble . It steals a thousand years In the blink of an eye. Trench flash in the stone The age old question "why" The answer will never seduce the way A question will. But do you know the power a secret holds? x2 She was a mistery Before you knew her name The way she brushed her hair The way she hid her shame But do you know the power a secret holds? x3