Staring at the cold bleak light   Steaming breath leaving from my lips   At the circle of malevolence   No joy to benefit from here      Time is sharpening my knife   Reflections of pain and misery   Had humanity meant a thing to me   Would I still embrace depression?      Secrets of the moon   Nail me to this place   Filled with nausea   And whirling memories   With age would I wield   knowledge and mysteries   But the human in me   Will lead me to decay      I hear the humming of the trees   The calling of the withering leaves   The shivering voice of remembrance   Cold steel for an age of hate...