I stood alone upon the cliff-top, looked down, around, and all I could see were those that I would dearly to share with crashing on blindly to the sea.... I to ask what game this was, but knew I would not it: the voice, as one, as no-one, to me.... 'We have looked upon the and they are wanting; we looked hard across the land, but we can see no we now dared to sear the sky, but we are bleeding; we are near 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 have upon the High Kings, found less than mortals: their names are dust the just of our young, new law. Minds strong, we hurtle on the dark portal; No-one can halt our vault the unknown maw. And as the Elders their brows know it is really far too late now to stop us. For if the sky is seeded what is the point in breath?...Expel it! What cause is left but to die in search of something we're not quite sure What is there left but to die? cause is there left but to die? What cause is there left but to ...I don't know why... I know our may be soon but why do you make sooner? Time may finally only the living her and no life in the quicksand. Yes I it's Out of control, out of machinery slides on the rails, Young minds and bodies on steel impaled.... Cogs bones, cogs tearing bones: Iron-throated are forcing our screams, Mind and box-press the dreams. ...but there is time... are they who run today, the is beginning... no war with knives, with our lives, lemmings can teach offers no hope, we must grope for the answer: our blood, abate the flood, the disaster... there's other ways than screaming in the that us merely 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 ones? What choice is there but to What choice is but to live? What choice is there but to to save the little What choice is left but to try?