Cathedral Walls - Swallow The Sun, Anette Olzon

Where do we go from here?

When these words have been unspoken

We carry this burden through the gentle summer rain

The convoy is still, still and weeping

Yet I don’t feel anything, but these walls around

«And the candles on the cathedral walls

Chase the weak light under the saints eyes

Over you, and your shattered words for the ones you lost

In your mourning you’re alone, so alone»

This silence speaks a million words

Words of comfort so shallow

How I wish even for one tear

But for my heart it is too late

Where do I go when the sorrow turns to hate

Where do I go from here?

The guardian angels quiet and near

Slowly turning away, for hell is surely here

Every step towards the hole in the ground I rot

Carrying your white coffin, my heart wide shut

I will follow you, earth to earth

I will follow you, ashes to ashes

I will follow you, dust to dust

I will follow you

How I wish even for one tear

But for my heart it is too late

When sorrow turns to hate

«And the candles on the cathedral walls

Chase the weak light under the Saints eyes

Over you, and your shattered words for the ones you lost

In your mourning you’re alone, so alone»