
Verse I (Демон, с раздражением) The mist is thick, the gate is sealed, The orchard sleeps, the fate is wheeled. I cannot leave, I cannot fly, And I have never wondered why. I spoke of gifts, I spoke of sin, I tried to make the mortal grin. He only smiled and looked at me — And would not ask for anything. Chorus (Демон и Уилл, вразнобой, потом вместе) — What is your name? — he asked me then. — I have no name, I am the sin. — But you had one, before the fall. — I... do not remember it at all. And in the silence of the tree, The demon felt a strange unease. Verse II (Уилл, мягко, любопытно) I asked him of the world he knew, Of cities lost and skies of blue. He spoke of fire, he spoke of wine, Of nights that blurred and crossed the line. He spoke of love that broke his heart, And how he swore to stand apart. He spoke of women, men, and lies — And something flickered in his eyes. Chorus (Демон и Уилл) — What is your name? — he asked again. — I am the shadow, I am the pain. — But you had one, before the fall. — I... do not remember it at all. And in the silence of the tree, The demon felt a strange unease. Bridge (Демон, тихо, почти шёпотом) I have seduced a thousand souls, I have consumed, I have made whole. But this one sits and asks me why, And looks at me without a lie. He does not want my gifts or grace, He only wants to see my face. And I... I do not know what to do — For I have never been seen through. Verse III (Уилл, тёпло) I told him of my mother's hands, Of bread and rain and orchard lands. I told him of my cousin's laugh, And how I carried half her path. I told him of the love I sought — A hand to hold, a battle fought. He listened close, he did not speak, And something softened in his cheek. Final Chorus (вместе, с нежностью) — What is your name? — he asked me then. — I... do not know. I was a man. — Then we will find him, you and I. — But I have forgotten how to try. And in the silence of the tree, The demon felt... and let it be. Outro (затихая, шёпотом) ...The demon felt... and let it be... ...And in the mist, a memory...

