The Path of the Cross - Scorpion Wind

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