Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you The dreams so
cold, they are mine With the prospects they haunt you My ache is
hidden In read lights I see you, and your hate
About time you found
me Your hand in mine In dark rooms we're hurting Through hidden
times
All hail to the forgotten past They took me equally with
kings So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil In the darkness I'll
teach you I'll make you man
In moistful mornings through the only
path Stating I never want your wings Never argue, never
compromise Wide from mine the hidden ache
Do wonders to realize all
the questions you may have