She was young and tender
I watch from my spire
A narrow stream of light
A pure white neck
A dream of a lover
To take the pain of life
This one was lost
A haven of abuse
He ended her suffering
I can see the ending
I can see his hunger
I can see his heart
I can see his sorrow
He allows this for me
His arms are open
As now are my eyes
This one
The one...
I watch from my spire
A narrow stream of light
A pure white neck
A dream of a lover
To take the pain of life
This one was lost
A haven of abuse
He ended her suffering
I can see the ending
I can see his hunger
I can see his heart
I can see his sorrow
He allows this for me
His arms are open
As now are my eyes
This one
The one...