Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep for bitter times ahead You may say I´ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he Does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failure's burden rests with me I don´t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire