For we're the outstretched fingers
That seize and hold the wind
The strangeness of awakening
In an oh, so silent world
Breathlessly waiting for the first
And the shadows never fall
In the fires that never end
You will suffer my punishment
We have arrived at the outmost crossroads
At our atmospheric skies will cause our fall
Would there be flames to shy my smile?
From the masses in the streets
Praising the last of days
In the fires that never end
Charging us from unearthly distance
It's the choice between Heaven and Hell
As mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness?
I curse the heaven above me
Through my outstretched fingers
Make each tear in my bare hands
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
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