Из альбома: The Anatomy of Melancholy
Come now to me
From this hell you've seen
Lost to the sea
I have seen you grieve
Your tears have torn
Shot down in your wars
Weather the storm
I've lived through them all
The broken, the poor
Have been given more
They see the dawn
As their masters mourn
They bleed they fall
So few hear my call
I am the door
I would gather all