across the solitudes a single moan
passes and we are locked into the
plight
of one far distant who is not alone
although that pain is hidden from our
sight
nothing is done by you in our despite
at invocation we will light the blaze
we see again the colder harder days
you know the value of a simple stone
and how to make it shed a little
light
that will convert to something hardly
known
to those who claim to be straight and
forthright
our task is not to hasten nor excite
but to take you most swiftly through
the maze
we see again the colder harder days
we know the colour of the human bone
and how to polish it and turn it
bright
as instrument to punish and atone
plain cure for darkness and the
coming blight
this product of the sacrificial
height
must be exposed unto the divine gaze
we see again the colder harder days
hopes and desires are wholly
overblown
what is to come will never give us
right
nor any justice since the truth is
flown
out of the window into the cold night
and what is left is not for our
delight
no one would want to give us love or
praise
we see again the colder harder days