Slowly, we grip our tiny fingers around Your...
What we see is now filling us...

I walk yet-
with confident step...

Their food cannot feed us
their walls cannot contains us...

The soft fade of their pale roars, with
the retreat of their dark glare, contained in...

Obsession, fills me and-
entrances me, with some intricate patterns of both...

All is quiet-
now that I have...

(Dark Alone Cold)
In the fire of mind...

So proud are we, so cold are we,
walking briskly to our future...

Disappointment, surrounds us,
when we find...

How dark and unfruitful, it seems,
laying deep inside the ground...

And here we are, shaking in your bones,
as you stand waiting in this cold...