Moving away from night.
Descending backwards
Through the sleepless black
Washing the fire inglare
The small (...) in the distance

Breathing with emptiness
Filled with columns of winter and night
The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

It burned!
The return (...)
(...)
Watching, watching, the (...) man
Through soot-smeared glass, (...) descent

Your heart is barrenflame
You keep it above your head
Like a torch gone black
You dig in the dark
You dig in the dark

She spoke to me like hope was real
That peace was something I could feel