Priestess Of Misery

A figure alone in the dying light and the fires have ceased to burn
Lit by the power of human sight now the wheels are beginning to turn
And the storm is allowed to fade to show the path to crawl

The sooner we sail out inside
You'll feel it, a sign

Wind swept, heavenly
Priestess of misery

A woman alone, it’s a cold grey light and she shines like I've never known
The blood creeps up in to my throat with a feeling that's not my own
It’s a long, long way down
So, we turn this tale around

The sooner we sail out inside
You'll feel it, a sign

Wind swept, heavenly
Priestess of misery

Wind swept, heavenly
Priestess of misery
Freedom is fallacy
Sorrow, reality

We started alone, fire!
Alone in the world, Sister
We started alone, fire!
We started alone, fire!