When the darkness is closing in
I get motivated by the howling wind...

A turquoise miner works the lands
He moves to soil with his bear hands...

*wrote this a while ago but never posted... i dont...
The quarter ends in a few days...

In this world of yours I’m lost and blind
My way is shrouded in a mist...

In mother lands the is no truth
The fathers’ hands have stolen youth...

An undead child has been born
In to a living world anew...

Everything just comes to me
Then turns around and leaves...

My body gets covered in scars
And they never go away...

Snow falling in sheets
Surrounding the world...

A flick and all is there
Illuminated by a light...

He lived in a strange and silent house
And looked out with calm eyes...

Everything will be okay
Everything will be alright...