Staring At The Cold Bleak Light

Steaming Breath Leaving From My Lips

At The Circle Of Malevolence

No Joy To Benefit From Here



Time Is Sharpening My Knife

Reflections Of Pain And Misery

Had Humanity Meant A Thing To Me

Would I Still Embrace Depression?



Secrets Of The Moon

Nail Me To This Place

Filled With Nausea

And Whirling Memories

With Age Would I Wield

Knowledge And Mysteries

But The Human In Me

Will Lead Me To Decay



I Hear The Humming Of The Trees

The Calling Of The Withering Leaves

The Shivering Voice Of Remembrance

Cold Steel For An Age Of Hate...