Graveyard meant for man and beast
Thieves and merchant caravans
An angel's protest, an ocean of sand
The divine existence, hand in hand
Trees dance in a lonely fog
Held down by living so long
Parting in death, reaching above
A stranger in heaven, her boat sits high
High above all treasures lost
The moon, it rises as darkness calls
Trees dance in a lonely fog
Held down by living so long