Fear, take care
Cold winter winds beating
Steel and stone
The vagary
Air the graves
Servants of hope breeding
Shame and woe
Build your towers high
Pallid and torn
Piercing the sky
Fear, take care
A red, satin noose reigning
At the throne
The vanity
Crawl the walls
Hiding your wounds from
Those who gaze
Build your houses high
Jagged and worn
A scripted demise
Fear, take care
Cold winter winds beating
Steel and stone
The vagary
Air the graves
Servants of hope breeding
Shame and sorrow
Mirrors of the mind
A festering swarm
Feeds from the eye