The mist on the shores of the night,

My salvation dressed in milk white,

You beckon me into your arms, into the cleansing rain.

In these dark woods, I see your light,

Tiptoeing into my dream-flight,

You beckon me into your arms, away from all my pain.


A mother weeps by a lone tomb,

An empty cradle, a crying womb.

A child finally finds laughter,

In the shade of the ever after.


Forgive my sins, forget my flaws,

Or hold them closer within your claws.

I do not care, not anymore.


The mist at the edge of the sky,

A soothing touch, a lullaby.

You beckon me into your arms, into meadows of bliss.

In my blind spot I see your eyes,

Warm soothing flames, fireflies,

You beckon me into your arms, away from all of this.


A mother waits by a lone grave,

Withering flesh of what can't be saved.

A child finally finds gardens,

Where the devil can't touch her again.


Forgive my soul, forget my name,

Or eulogize me, wrap me in shame.

I do not care, not anymore.