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   I fear not   My face lined for darkness   I'll go!