The shroud it weeps and longs
To be discovered
The Shroud yells out
FIND ME!
The shroud weeps and longs
To be explored again
Though the invisible shroud can be seen
Its silence is forgotten
This beautiful shroud
This beautiful shroud that weeps
Is invisible and visible
It cries out
Here I Am!
The shroud weeps in dispare
The shroud, it weeps.