Katatonia

only for the wind i lay myself down
feeling this scarlet scent of death
under ebony shades i dream of a child
dancing in heaven, dancing in heaven
i must have seen this face before
a monument of shallow sorrows
under ebony shades a child now dies
but grievance won't regain
something grasp for my soul
i think it's god
but my sorrow is dragging me down
through my sins
where is god in his heaven