Cold creeps in and I start to feel
Each bone of each my fingers
Darkness like a cloak on my shoulders
Silence almost close enough to touch
I play my part
Footsteps echo in the corridor
In the dust is a left a trail
The light pale but not the mind
I play my part
Not once will ask for more
Not once will ask for less
Belittle the hardness of others
Glorify the part of mine
I play my part
The cold not better than the warm
The light as welcome as the dark
The sour as sweet as delight
I play my part
1 | The March And The Stream |
2 | The Arrival |
3 | Pendulum |
4 | March October |
5 | Aes |
6 | The Curtain |
7 | Oars In The Dusk |
8 | Nowhere |
9 | Shred Of Light, Pinch Of Endless |
10 | The Raven And The Backward Funeral |