Turgid calls the winter charge   True adventures of awaking hearts   Nights are overwhelmed by gloom   We will see foxes in the moon      Valleys drop, mountains rise   Lift your head, brave the skies   All of the forgotten names   Lakes are forming on the pockets of your brain      And there in the distant glow   A shadow on shadow   At once so strong and weak   In the sunken lines they speak      You think it's gone, my friend   But it comes back again      Senescence or senility   How long until you sleep?   Discarded for all it's worth   Now it's quiet under this fresh earth      Valleys drop, mountains rise   Lift your head, brave the skies      You think it's gone, my friend   But it comes back again      And there is a final cry   A whimper and a sigh   And what was fast is slow   And what was brass is gold      Valleys drop, mountains rise   Lift your head, brave the skies      You think it's gone, my friend   But it comes back again      You think it's gone, my friend   But it comes back again