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I stood alone upon the cliff-top,
down, around, and all that I could see
were those that I dearly love to share with
on quite blindly to the sea....
I tried to ask what game was,
but knew I would not it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked the heroes
and they are found
we have looked hard the land,
but we can see no
we have now dared to the sky,
but we are bleeding;
we are near to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The clouds are in mountain-shapes,
there is no except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
far too late to bow to that convention.
What course is left but to die?
We looked upon the High Kings,
found them less than
their are dust before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
the dark portal;
No-one can halt our final
into the maw.
And as the Elders their brows

know it is really far too late now to stop us.
For if the sky is death
what is the in catching breath?...Expel it!
What cause is left but to die
in search of something we're not quite of?'
What is there left but to die?
What cause is there left but to
What cause is left but to die?
...I really know why...
I know our may be soon
but why do you make sooner?
Time may prove
only the living her and
no lies in the quicksand.
Yes I know
Out of control, out of
Greasy slides on the rails,
Young and bodies on steel spokes impaled....
tearing bones, cogs tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
Mind and machinery the dreams.
...but there is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, fight our lives,
lemmings can nothing;
offers no hope, we must grope
for the unknown
unite our blood, the flood,
the disaster...
there's other than screaming in the mob:
makes us merely cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
look to yourselves and the and in the end
choice is there left but to live
in the of saving
our children's little ones?
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
to save the little
What choice is there left but to