The air is aflame
Vengeance is rising...

Black dark shapes, tall
Resisting dull death’s call...

The cellist plays to our humble hearts
Gently lulling us and loving us...

Time lies sleeping with a land of ice as the world
And I forget to care as I am locked in...

Once again in undeserved tears I weep
Knowing not to what sorrow I cling...

Gone on
Lost in the unfamiliar...

Silver mail adorns his chest
He rides ahead and looks out...

It's been a long hard slog from sleep
Hiding from the holes I've punched in my...

It's a losing battle with your conscience my dear
There's nothing left when there's nothing to fear...

Are we still here?
Am I alone...

A pale imitation of a life that I lead
Blurred misgivings clouded in dew...

I can see your face
Just as it was that night...