Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you   The dreams so cold, they are mine   With the prospects they haunt you   My ache is hidden   In read lights I see you, and your hate      About time you found me   Your hand in mine   In dark rooms we're hurting   Through hidden times      All hail to the forgotten past   They took me equally with kings   So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil   In the darkness I'll teach you   I'll make you man      In moistful mornings through the only path   Stating I never want your wings   Never argue, never compromise   Wide from mine the hidden ache      Do wonders to realize all the questions you may have