We are the outstretched fingers

That seize and hold the wind...



The strangeness of awakening

In an oh so silent world

Breathlessly waiting

For the first proud beams of light

As the hours grow longer

And the shadows never fall

My sky has forsaken me

My desperation grows



Bring me the light

In the darkness that never ends

The dawn will never come

Punish my heaven



We have arrived

At the outermost crossroads

The charge of cosmos

At our atmospheric skies

Will cause our fall



If I had wings, would I be forgiving?

If I had horns

Would there be flames to shy my smile?



Hymns of loss are heard

From the masses in the streets

Praising the last of days

I punish



Bring me the night

In the fires that never end

The dawn will never come

Punish my heaven



The charge of cosmos

Charging at us from unearthly distance

I challenge the universe

It's the choice between heaven and hell



My soul bears all the weight of mountains

As mankind weaves its silent end

Can there be no forgiveness?

I curse the heaven above me

As the light sinks through

My outstretched fingers

Fading in my open arms



Make each tear in my bare hands

A lifetime in hell



On this last day of light

When our autumn leaves fell

And as heaven itself commands me

Out of its lair

I fear not

My face lined for darkness

I'll go!