You were never able to cope with conflict, War and division, is not your style, My promise is lost, My promise is lost, Can you find the vision? A lonely term time, War and division Their primal style. Swore I'd remember, My promise is lost, My promise is lost, Blinkered like a ruined horse you stumble, Where the dark holds morning to ransom, Give me songs for to speak with, When the dark forces me to silence, They can never hold your thoughts to ransom, And in a song I am free. Swore I'd be strong, But my voice is lost, Laughing like hyaenas, What should I say? Stalk the lonely hallway With your arrows in my heart, I will not cry, I'll walk with pride. Ask me today, Ask me how the earthquake manifests, I don't know, I can't feel it, But I know its something there, I can no more feel it but i know it's there. Now you're in the vision, With not one ally, Fear and indecision, The lunchtime trial, Fire twenty arrows, I'll give you nothing! I will walk along the moor all alone, The rain will cry for me, And bury memories in the peat.