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 winds, 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 sreets
   praising the last of days
   I punish
  
   Bring me the light
   in the fires that never end
   The dawn will never come
   punish my heaven
  
   The charge of cosmos
   Changing us from unearthly distance
   I challenge the universe
   it's the choice between heaven and hell
  
   My soul bears all the weight of oceans
   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 of light
   when out autumn leaves fell
   And as heaven itself commands me
   out of its lair
  
   my face lined with darkness I'll go