Weathered stormy heavy hand Once or twice for grains of sand To only fall back towards the sky Fading in the old once more reprise Living always underground Sub rosa dosed in shadows found Bittersweet it slowly grows Circling around where no one knows Drowning out the musing grave Toll for mages cure to save Sages veil the harbinger To fight shy of the black blizzard Leave the world Disappear Higher than even the atmosphere Ebbing out of phase to feel Beyond to slight the maze Cloud the clear The crystalline Quell the black noise of the mind machine Ebbing out of phase to feel Beyond to slight the maze White horizon out of reach Can't see the forest for the trees The bane of all has undermined Turning to the dream till end of time Drowning out the musing grave Toll for mages cure to save Sages veil the harbinger To fight shy of the black blizzard