We were the wind endowed
Of light composed in misty clouds.
A feelingless pit of surrender,
And so much more than just forever.
...

No.
We were endowed to the wind,
Of sorrow mist in cloudy composte.
A pit forever feelingless in guilt,
And so much more than just surrender...

We were an endless poem
In words unspoken, sung and cheered.
Righteous villans of our faith,
And we came, alas, together fearfull.
...

No.
We were an endless fear
Of unspoken words and jeers.
Righteous to a faith unsung,
And we came apart, alas, as a villainous poem...

We were a piece of sky in technicolour
Amongst the tombs of sparrows and crows,
As two glorious pillars of unholy warmth,
We cried the ends away for loss.
...

No.
We were lost in the sky of cries,
Amongst the pillars of unholy loss.
Our tombs warmed by carcuses of crows and sparrows
As we broke in endless pieces... in glorious technicolour.