The darkness that surrounds us,
The blindness in thine sight,
The steps between each doorway,
The children of the night.
Inside each shining ember,
Lies the 'ticks inside the tock',
A brickwall of a vision,
Life's mysterious mental block.
For whom does the bell toll deeply,
For whom does the river flow,
A landscape, within a barren land,
Covered o'er with frost & snow.