Moonlight holds the spark
Awake, not alone
Omens in shade
Rage and give way
A call from the rocks
The art of the lost
Burn bright
Soothing envy
Ease of the prey
Give up the ghost
Go gentle, feel no loss
Pulled by
A call from the rocks
Defy
For art and the cost
Burn bright
For all that was bled
Nameless
Lucky few
Who bear the pale, true soul
The madness of hope
How brief, how bright