Hear the long voices
 Well up beneath the clouded
 Abyss of the mind
 Cold flames of awakening

 Darkened sunlight
 Burning symbols long forgotten
 Against our skin

 Eyes open
 The patterns [bad word] our past
 Tearing our soul home

 Solitude and servitude
 The moment of realization
 We must begin again
 It's already too late
 Hide the children
 Deep within your imagination

 Never let on that we are here

 Spirals of light
 seasons disguise
 Fragmented symbols
 Depictions of our past

 [bad word]  forgotten
 Ascend the uncertain of the
 Wealth of light
 The dawn holds secrets for us all
 We can never fall