(...) Descending backwards Through the sleepless black Washing the fire inglare The small (...) Breathing with emptiness Filled with collumns of winter and night The stinging sensation remains Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain The stinging sensation remains Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain (...) (...) What (...) there was a man Through (...) Your heart is barrenflame You keep it above your head Like a torch gone black You dig in the dark You dig in the dark She spoke to me like hope was real That peace was something I could feel