Solitude — Lake of Tears

Let me walk a while down gallows alley Mesmerized, alone, behold a sader me I am the voices lost, I am the voices passed I am the king down gallows alley

I am the foul ones who wintered And I grow fire in my eyes Am I the minister who dwells there in the night

Come walk beside me now, it's not a strange The fall into the grasp of the fellows feigned And to be the voices lost, you know we must be fast Let's stay a while down gallows alley

I am the foul ones who wintered And I grow fire in my eyes Am I the minister who dwells there in the night

Come see into those eyes of fire Who goes at midnight ride with a fire eyed

I am the foul ones who wintered And I grow fire in my eyes Am I the minister who dwells there