Darkness at work |
| The world turns upside down As we fall into the clouds We walk upon the mists And Heaven becomes our hell The sky is ethereal The day becomes the night We faint away as wisps As we lose this final fight We cut the lifeline to our creator The abyss turns black and cold Dreams die, our lights are fading All this has been foretold A furious storm breaks through Winds slice our skin like shorn sheep Our vessels, torn like tree roots In silent anguish we weep Fading into the background Like ancient warriors past Once revered and honored Lost in shadows so vast Forgotten like ashes Remnants from an old pipe Boots stamp out our last breaths There is no hope in sight |