Shades Of Weathered Statues
 Made With Hands That Carved Precious Marble
 Through The Gothic Portal
 She Walks And Asks
 Where Her Mother'S Resting In Peace
 Where She Now Rests In Peace
 Crossing Over White Paths
 She Now Cries Before Coming To The Tomb
 Now Covered By All The Colours Of
 The Best Flowers Chosen With Love
 Chosen With Love
 Beloved Mother
 Too Late
 Now Is Too Late
 For A Love Never Remembered
 To A Mother Dead A Stranger
 For A Victim Of Your Shadow
 Pay Your Shame Now
 Cry Only For Yourself 'Cause
 She Does Not Deserve Your Tears
 Where Were You When She Was Ill
 Where Were You When She Was In Need Of Help
 To Cure Her Solitude From When Her Life
 Was Changed By Your Father'S Sad Death
 By Your Father'S Death
 Beloved Mother
 Too Late
 Now Is Too Late
 For A Love Never Remembered
 To A Mother Dead A Stranger
 For A Victim Of Your Shadow
 Pay Your Shame Now
 Cry Only For Yourself 'Cause
 She Does Not Deserve Your Tears
 Too Late
 Now Is Too Late
 For A Love Never Remembered
 To A Mother Dead A Stranger
 For A Victim Of Your Shadow
 Pay Your Shame Now
 Cry Only For Yourself 'Cause
 She Does Not Deserve Your Tears
 Too Late
 Now Is Too Late
 For A Love Never Remembered
 To A Mother Dead A Stranger
 For A Victim Of Your Shadow
 Pay Your Shame Now
 Cry Only For Yourself 'Cause
 She Does Not Deserve Your Tears
 Too Late