A figure alone in the dying light and the fires have ceased to burn Lit by the power of human sight now the wheels are beginning to turn And the storm is allowed to fade to show the path to crawl The sooner we sail out inside You'll feel it, a sign Wind swept, heavenly Priestess of misery A woman alone, it's a cold grey light and she shines like I've never known The blood creeps up in to my throat with a feeling that's not my own It's a long, long way down So, we turn this tale around The sooner we sail out inside You'll feel it, a sign Wind swept, heavenly Priestess of misery Wind swept, heavenly Priestess of misery Freedom is fallacy Sorrow, reality We started alone, fire! Alone in the world, Sister We started alone, fire! We started alone, fire!