Tristania

When the morning weeps
And the sky is near
And the road you choose
And my hand is slain
In the morning light
All is clean and done
And the spider webs
Shine like silver threads
But you must not fear the dark
I will watch over your sleep
Until the morning comes
All wounds have to fade
I will, I will
I will watch over your sleep
Lead me
Please guide me
Unchain me
Untie me
I see your shadow
Shake on the wall