Sequence Iv: Stigmata

This feeling speaks

With the quiet flutes of Fall

That disturb the sleep of sunken images

The memory of voices in abandoned rooms

Walk with me

Walk with me down to the river's edge

Walk with me

Where the secrets lie and wait

These wounds bleed

The solemn pride of mourning

Overwhelming pain nourishing the flame

The cold embrace of breaking heart

Take this pain away

Don't take this pain away

Take this pain away

Don't take this pain away

Walk with me

Walk with me down to the water's edge

Walk with me

Where the mirrors lie and wait

It's breathing darkly through a lonely man

The kiss of brother Cain

Walk with me

Walk with me down to the river's edge

Walk with me

Where the secrets lie and wait

This sadness speaks

Of golden plains and lakes of blue

Like the curse of a wrathful god

Like dew dropping from a thorn

It speaks of things in secret tongues

It is speaking out a name

Take this pain away

Don't take this pain away

Take this pain away

Don't take this pain away

Walk with me

Walk with me down to the