Blinded by snow the sparrow squeels in fear Beaten down by the moment and the time being Dreams and thoughts of the life he wanted On a fresh field over acres of doom Eclipsed by the pyramids and echoes of the sunlight Remotely traced to the howls of the wolves He stares and turns to the queen of his imaginary fortune Blinking and banging his way through the night Let down and broken and tattered and torn Alone in the grave of his brothers before him Rest now and remove your fate From the cobblestone and script it lies upon Banging and burning it collapes before you And returns back to your blinking eyes Alone you stare at the majesty before Dreaming and scheming of what below lies I'll see you in a place not far or recognizable To the eye of the phantom that whispers your name Begin to remember the presence of the gods Unknown to the people that rule the night Banging burning twisting torture The sound continues through the rest of your days
