Tekster: Before There Was Rosalyn. The Dustwalker.

Oh what have I done?
What have we done?
This is the way knowledge courses through my veins.
What a price to pay to know death is coming for both you and I.
We stand naked in the valley of truth.
The bone pulled from my chest still beats with your lungs,
but your lips still taste warm from that serpent's subtle kiss.
Can you hear the sound of Grace?
All I hear is emptiness. I am the first of many.
I will hold to the promise.
Grace, walk with me again.
I am so afraid to die

(Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics)