On this evening all her grace comes forth Wakes the fever in your fortunate eyes I'll be facing you when night turns to day Are you afraid of the dark in your waking hours? As the daylight dies Slow burning, fading now And you close your eyes Leave all your pain behind All their smiles are forced and false with hope Witching schemes in your hidden disguise I will see you on the darkest of days When the trees and the plants and all the fields are on fire As the daylight dies Slow burning, fading now And you close your eyes Leave all your pain behind If you travel with wolves Slow burning fields on fire Through the mourning woods Burn in your harvest In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in stone In defiance calling the frost of my youth I made angels from the fires you gave Won't be dreaming of sorrow and pain anymore Look beyond your skin and into your soul As the daylight dies Slow burning, fading now And you close your eyes Leave all your pain In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in gold