We are the outstretched fingers    That seize and hold the wind...       The strangeness of awakening    In an oh so silent world    Breathlessly waiting    For the first proud beams of light    As the hours grow longer    And the shadows never fall    My sky has forsaken me    My desperation grows       Bring me the light    In the darkness that never ends    The dawn will never come    Punish my heaven       We have arrived    At the outermost crossroads    The charge of cosmos    At our atmospheric skies    Will cause our fall       If I had wings, would I be forgiving?    If I had horns    Would there be flames to shy my smile?       Hymns of loss are heard    From the masses in the streets    Praising the last of days    I punish       Bring me the night    In the fires that never end    The dawn will never come    Punish my heaven       The charge of cosmos    Charging at us from unearthly distance    I challenge the universe    It's the choice between heaven and hell       My soul bears all the weight of mountains    As mankind weaves its silent end    Can there be no forgiveness?    I curse the heaven above me    As the light sinks through    My outstretched fingers    Fading in my open arms       Make each tear in my bare hands    A lifetime in hell       On this last day of light    When our autumn leaves fell    And as heaven itself commands me    Out of its lair    My face lined with darkness I'll go!