I too was there at the gathering
In the beating cold and the smoldering
At the windy valley of the wild fronts
we were gathered under the leafy fronds

It was there the stone was etched
with the blood of the whoring wretched
At the windy valley of the wild fronts
they gathered under the leafy fronds

And there she lay on the rocky shards
on empty promises and vacant stares
At the windy valley of the wild fronts
we were gathered under the leafy fronds

One by one we gathered our courage
in the beating cold consumed by rage
At the windy valley of the wild fronts
we watched under the leafy fronds

I too then departed on my course
shoulders heavy with dreadful remorse
At the windy valley of the wild fronts
Wretched and wrought she lay
under the leafy fronds