• From the heavens above,
    To the devil below.

    From the sunny spring,
    To the fall of snow.

    From the ashes of foe,
    To the ice sculpture's glow.

    From the melody's sound,
    To the screams of the bound.

    Who knows what lies out there,
    Hidden by light.

    Only those know who are dieing,
    By the fear of the night.

    We know not where,
    We know not how,
    We only know that they're frightened right now.

    Where is the blanket of white,
    Over the dark and dreary fight.

    The fight of the screams,
    The fight for the dreams.

    Where is our sanity now............