I stood alone the highest cliff-top, down, around, and all that I could see were those that I would dearly love to with crashing on quite to the sea.... I tried to ask what this was, but knew I would not it: the voice, as one, as no-one, to me.... 'We have looked the heroes and they are wanting; we looked hard across the land, but we can see no we have now to sear the sky, but we are bleeding; we are drawing to the cliffs, now we can the call. The clouds are in mountain-shapes, there is no escape to go forward. ask us for an answer now, it's far too late to bow to convention. What course is there but to die? We have upon the High Kings, found less than mortals: their names are dust before the of our young, new law. Minds stumbling strong, we on into the dark No-one can halt our 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 is the point in catching breath?...Expel it! What cause is left but to die in search of something we're not quite sure cause is there left but to die? What cause is there left but to What is there left but to die? ...I don't know why... I know our may be soon but why do you make sooner? may finally prove only the living her and no lies in the quicksand. Yes I know Out of control, out of Greasy machinery on the rails, Young minds and bodies on spokes impaled.... Cogs bones, cogs tearing bones: monsters are forcing our screams, Mind and machinery the dreams. ...but still is time... Cowards are who run today, the is beginning... no war with knives, with our lives, lemmings can teach death offers no hope, we must for the unknown our blood, abate the flood, the disaster... there's other ways than in the mob: that makes us cogs of hatred. to the why and where we are, look to and the stars and in the end choice is there left but to live in the hope of our children's little ones? What choice is there but to What is there but to live? choice is there but to live? to save the little What choice is there but to try?