Sunsets dark and swollen skies,

                 love that lies in valleys low,

Fields of Ashes buried now,

                  in that place we cannot go.

For each moment lived, was lost,

                as the haunting sirens sing,

and the Icy Winter brings,

                memories we cannot bear.

Moon of shadows, scatters now,

                 into dreams that fade to gray,

no seasons left, no gardens grow,

                it seems that loss is all we know.

Each distant star falls from our view,

                this darkest night is full of woe,

and Fields of Ashes, buried now,

                 die in that place...we cannot go.