text: The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
  Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
  A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
  But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
  He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
  In his youth or a dream, he can’t be precise
  He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed
  It’s not enough, it’s not enough
  His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
  His knees have trembled and given way in the night
  His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
  His step has faltered
  One world, one soul
  Time pass, the river roll
  And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
  And silent replies that swirl invitation
  Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
  A grim intimation of what is to be
  There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night
  And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
  And silence that speaks so much louder than words
  Of promises broken