Blow hateful wind 
Cold on faithless skin 
Higher than the highest high 
Love will find a way to you again
 
Flow bitter seas 
Thrown down on buckled knees 
Colder than the oldest sin 
Love will find a way to you again
 
Can you speak it? 
Yes, I'll speak of thin, bleak winter moons 
Will you speak it? 
Yes, to boneless ghosts of empty rooms
 
And repeat it? 
Yes, to maddened priests of waste and ruin 
But love will find a way to you again
 
Blow endless wind 
Blow hateful wind
 
Love will find a way to you again 
Yes, love will find a way to you again 
Love will find a way to you again