Dismembered, thrown to the wolves A filthy cradle in unusual calm In the fields by the purple rose Bright light and nobody cares Storm and urge in new disguise. A mother resurrected in this night Cross the old bridge By the river Burn her and try to remember Dried tears from the acrid smoke Out of the storm You rage This journey Will not last forever Immersed in light You shine Misery In silver out of body Burn her and try to remember Dried tears from the acrid smoke Burn her and try to remember Dried tears from the acrid smoke Storm