This soft quiet land All light will fade away So weak In the hands of an idol so frail All is a dream He promised me Through letters of remorse Under the oak tree Left alone Giving me a reason to believe "To end is to start To surrender is to know Despair, depression Together they grow" Forever we atone This soft quiet land All light is fading In the hands of an idol So frail and feeble All is a dream He promised me Through letters of remorse Under the oak tree "For all the truth, all creation All secrets of yore Can be told in an instant By then, they're no more" We die with our faith Hope shall meet loneliness When there's nowhere left to roam Give up the ghost Forlorn hands will carry us