On the hills of fire the darkest hour. I was dreaming of my true love's pyre. Who will bring a light to stoke the fire. Fear not for you're still breathing. On a winter's day. I saw the life-blood drained away. A cold wind blows on a windless day. Hear the cry for new life the mourning's flame. You were the brightest light that burned to soon in vain. Who will bring you back from where there's no return. Fear not for you're just dreaming. On a winter's day. I saw the life-blood drained away. A cold wind blows on a windless day.