Days pass onward
Listen as the flutes start to play
The differences of the dances
The grass is greener at the break of say
How flighting is the nerve
How remembering the mind
Night whispering our secrets
A prayer up to the divine
As the skies grow more grey
The gold shines much brighter
cry out!
cry out!
How this lack does frighten her
Fýst, find me
Distract like a swirling toke
As madness slithers in
Reducing all to lesser folk
To enter the gate of below
Until warmth has faded back away
When the curse is minimal
Then we may return to the light of day
MENACE 