This Vail that stands between you and I,
T'was born of a million tears through long dark
Nights, bought and paid for with a
Heavy price,
Sweeping me closer, to death than life
It is my Vail, t'will not be torn, of
Many sorrows it was born, it hides
Me from each sun lite morn, no
Other sounds do I hear, songs of
Many sorrows, he sings in my ear
No longer do I seek to escape,
The Vail has become my hiding
Place, I lay in the shadow, his
Blackness has cast, wondering
Which breath shall be my last,
His icy fingers my throat does
Grasp, the Vail and I are one
At last.
