Gray stones at the edge of darkness
Arranged against the time
In the black water under the ice
Nameless teeth
Keep on grinding
To devour the failing hope
The wind asks for guidance
From the gray guardians
To gather its endless troops
To prepare for the war
I step upon the bridge
And ask of the fractures
Of all this utter failure
Promise is to get over
The black waters
Along the strings of hope
Tied between my delusions