Eventually the fire overcame

The smell of (...) old rooms and dust

Now seal the purposes anew

The night outside was still the same

From the window one could see

The long dark road stretch back for miles

A path of peril, sleepless black

Now breathing slow alone, not free

Breathing slow

Alone, not free

Within this cloak of shame

There is nothing worth undoing

The night outside is still the same

Tragedy writes snow and storm

By now it cover and entrack

Of this escape whence no one knew

The crime was cold, the passion warm

And know all fears were now long dead

A whisper of the night and time

The door below had better still

To keep it shut (...)

Sleepless

Fearless

Lifeless

Within this cloak of shame

There is nothing worth undoing

The night outside is still the same

White snow would cover every track

Of this escape whence noone knew

And all the fears should be long dead

The night outside was still the same