Fading Light (Director's Cut) - In Strict Confidence

It’s a bitter road

And I walk on glass

But my precious load

Forces me to pass

Help me to protect

The fragile in my hand

From the ravens' eyes

In the black birds' land

All hope is not lost

All tears are not cried

All blood is not shed

In this haunted night

God, my wings turn black

The acid burns a hole

Save the fading light

In my soul

In this dying sky

Dawn’s taking control

Save the fading light

In my soul

Hear ravens calling me

Closing every gate

My arms open wide

To embrace my fate

God, my wings turn black

The acid burns a hole

Save the fading light

In my soul

In this dying sky

Dawn’s taking control

Save the fading light

In my soul