Mist serves me as my veil
as my body shivers, soul sings it song
Oh, sun, where have you been
Oh, the birds, the silence has been too long
Mist serves me as my veil

Whisper to my ear
all the reasons, i want to hear
Why to trust, why to dare
Need is pure, desire so very true

Sun rides over the sky
like golden horses
and it gilds our sancutary
our intertwined bodies
And it shines like never again
as the ashes are worth of gold