I alone upon the highest cliff-top, looked down, around, and all I could see were those that I would dearly love to with crashing on quite to the sea.... I tried to ask game this was, but knew I would not it: the voice, as one, as no-one, to me.... 'We looked upon the heroes and they are found we have hard across the land, but we can see no we have now dared to the sky, but we are still we are drawing to the cliffs, now we can the call. The clouds are in mountain-shapes, is no escape except to go forward. Don't ask us for an now, far too late to bow to that convention. What is there left but to die? We looked upon the High Kings, found less than mortals: their names are dust before the of our young, new law. Minds strong, we hurtle on into the dark No-one can our final vault the unknown 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 point in breath?...Expel it! What is there left but to die in search of something we're not quite of?' cause is there left but to die? What cause is there left but to What cause is there left but to ...I really don't why... I know our may be soon but why do you make them may finally prove only the move her and no lies in the quicksand. Yes I know Out of control, out of Greasy slides on the rails, Young minds and bodies on spokes impaled.... tearing bones, cogs tearing bones: Iron-throated are forcing our screams, Mind and box-press the dreams. ...but still is time... Cowards are who run today, the is beginning... no war with knives, fight our lives, lemmings can nothing; death no hope, we must grope for the answer: unite our blood, the flood, the disaster... there's other ways than screaming in the that makes us merely of hatred. to the why and where we are, look to and the stars and in the end What choice is left but to live in the of saving our children's little ones? What is there but to live? choice is there but to live? What choice is there but to to save the ones? What choice is left but to try?