I find, as we go, we’re becoming more lost, br As the days go by br In our time, we know that time will change br But things don’t seem ok, br br Pushing and pulling as we go, but we don’t know br By this action our time is at change br We don’t see, as this time leaves, we are on our own br Darkness cast by our mountain range br br She comes from ancient days, but now br Scarred with a burn mark, br Now time is in full decline, all we see br Is a change to our game br br And its cold, and its cold, and its cold br When you are near, br Its time for us to go, some are held by fear br Whilst others embrace the change br br Death brings destruction, br But seeds the new coming age br Our cycle has come full turn, and will turn again br But for now we disappear until a return brings less painbr br Daniel Richardsbr br