One word, one path, one crack... A fevered free-fall...
My boiling blood is bearing land...
One rock, one storm, my flesh... A hallowed kingdom...
A lured refuge in heaven's tent...
I follow the crossed way...
One sword, one cut, one doubt... A severed fortune...
I cast the seed into the night...
A name, a crown, a bliss... A shivering presage...
I see a pale sun, drowned in light...
To follow the crossed way...
I follow the crossed way down to silence...
I follow the crossed way, that I call speech...
One kiss, one will, one dream... A crumbled memory...
I see the world's pain in two eyes...
One truth, one love, one lie... A mute illusion...
A star resigns in orphan skies...
To follow the crossed way...
One word, one faith, one fault... A bitter rising...
I breath the echoes of the calm...
One stab, one fall, one oath... I swear to regain
Your unveiled face in new days dawn...
So I follow the crossed way