Scorpion Wind The Path Of The Cross
Follow the path of the cross
To glory or to loss
One cross made of iron
One is made of wood
One leads to forever now
And one would if it could
Toward the cross of iron
Toward the cross of fire
Toward the sun within the soul
Into your heart's desire
Empires tumble and fall
Columns crumble and fall
Swords and candles almost last(?)
Stone and marble turns to dust
But the flame within the soul
Burns forever
