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I stood alone upon the cliff-top,
down, around, and all that I could see
were those that I would dearly to share with
crashing on quite to the sea....
I tried to ask what this was,
but I would not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked the heroes
and they are wanting;
we have hard across 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 are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no escape to go forward.
Don't ask us for an now,
it's far too to bow to that convention.
course is there left but to die?
We looked upon the High Kings,
them less than mortals:
their names are dust before the
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the portal;
No-one can halt our vault
into the maw.
And as the Elders beat their

know that it is 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 cause is left but to die?
What cause is there left but to
What cause is there but to die?
...I really don't why...
I know our ends may be
but why do you make them
Time may finally
only the living her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I know
Out of control, out of
Greasy machinery on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing
monsters are forcing our screams,
Mind and box-press the dreams.
...but still is time...
are they who run today,
the is beginning...
no war with knives, with our lives,
lemmings can teach
death no hope, we must grope
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways than screaming in the
that makes us cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and we are,
look to and the stars and in the end
What choice is there but to live
in the hope of
our children's children's little
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
What is there but to live?
to the little ones?
choice is there left but to try?