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!