I believe that the scent of Heaven smells like a home
When we are celebrating under festive Yule's holiday
With fir trees decorated, mistletoe, hung with lights
I want to go to a place, where I will not be alone
As my flesh fades and I ascend into the new day
We will reach that high castle, escaping ever night
This world will pass, and our path will be right
And a hand reaches out, drawing us near
Transformed, there will be no more tears
Heaven will be there waiting, I promise
It will be beautiful, beyond our dreams
It will be powerful and shine in her light
