The dark of night was swiftly fading
And brokers who break everything
of swindlers who act like kings
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Man goes beyond his own decision
And separates the widow from the bride
That trickles down through the mountain
We'll rise above the scarlet tide
When he wants everything
Man has no choice
A little bird did sing
I thought I heard a black bell toll
Or take myself far from this place
Must I accept his fate
When I recall his parting words
Close to the dawn of day
Why would I wound him just to lose him again
We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride
We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
and separates the widow from the bride.