There's bad trouble brewing; br A secret, can't be told, br So in angst we're coldly stewing: br Damnation's in the fold br br A secret can't be told- br We're hostages of fear; br Damnation, in the fold, br As we hide our every tear. br br We're the hostages of fear, br In this darkness, growing fast; br We must hide our every tear, br For we know this calm can't last. br br In this darkness growing fast, br And the fingers, grasping tighter, br We know this calm can't last; br We can't make this burden lighter.