Well I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place

I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice

When he wants every thing

We'll rise above the scarlet tide

That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride


Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings

And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of day

Why would I want him just to lose him again

We'll rise above the scarlet tide

That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride