• Extend the reason
    And heart of old,
    Forget your treason
    And listen to that which is told
    Of this one that was left
    Within the hold of darkness,
    Of a heart seeking death
    And that which has departed
    Because of us.
    Listen then
    And you may say,
    That maybe then
    We would have had our way,
    If you knew
    Would you agree
    That we spoke our part
    And now cannot be free?
    Would you think
    That lovers of old
    Would hold the sway
    To tell of untold?
    That this heart
    Would hate
    With such conviction
    And denounce
    In such a fashion
    That it will not hold out.
    A storm approaches
    And do you know
    Who’s doing?
    Would you know
    The cause?
    Care of the reason?
    Speak your treason,
    We’re willing to watch
    Them suffer,
    Speak your treason,
    You the lover.
    With our eyes red,
    And hands gone cold,
    Skin pale,
    We know what you hold,
    Hearts in hand
    One?
    Or is it two?
    Would you know?
    Who could,
    Especially not you.
    Storm coming,
    Black,
    A foretelling,
    Winds howling,
    Fierce,
    Heart swelling,
    This heart of ours,
    Do you know why?
    What we’ve done?
    The reason we cry?
    This storm approaching,
    With lighting and thunder
    The winds howling,
    Ripping land asunder,
    Is it not like you?
    And your vile methods?
    Is it not like I
    In this heart tainted black,
    Gone cold with death,
    Yes,
    This is I,
    The corpse,
    The mirror,
    Just a reason why.