You were the sound   That grew beneath the rocks   You wouldn’t stay for the lightning      The screaming ground   The whirling of the leafs   But you wanted to give it a go       A heathen flame   Begging for a name   You didn’t care for enlightenment      The children’s game   A god made out of fog   You thought you should give it a go      Torn yet unbeaten    Spoiled by a draft   Why am I being   Mourned in the dark?       The storm has left us a quivering silence   The winter will wash it all away      I feel like a child entering the world   Through the back door and I’m filled with shame      Torn yet unbeaten    Spoiled by a draft   Why am I being   Mourned in the dark?