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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?