Old is the house we have built Slowly it burns down before my eyes Howling are the wolves They cry for us tonight Wither away my friend Solace shall grace you I stare into the heavens Seeking refuge among the stars This woe is mine to bear The burden is mine to wear The coat of snow My silent companion In the midst of this storm Let there be solitude in this burial For one last time I feel your hands The tremble of your fingertips I reach for them with soothing grace The hollow whisper of your name To realise you were never there I hold this candle close at night I will always remember you