Like an empty hourglass Time has come to a halt Where the overthrown is now rebuilding Shifting to a sight unseen Set against the obscure In this breeding ground of doubt and yielding Fear without a stop Without restraint As the world goes I must keep my head Clear out of the way Out of this hold Latching on to all I used to shed When the wolf is at the door On the hunt fo a change Unreality becomes existence Cannot burn this frostbite off Everliving ordeal Always close at heart, yet in the distance I am the wanderer from the fold Through aimless days I drift alone But never on my own What is part of me Is also part of you Sleeping in the nameless depths Waiting to come to the throne Fear without a stop Without restraint As the world goes I must keep my head Clear out of the way Out of this hold Latching on to all I used to shed I am the wanderer from the fold Through aimless days I drift alone But never on my own What is part of me Is also part of you Sleeping in the nameless depths Waiting to come to the throne The day of death never came No funeral, no dark exit The nights of murder and breathing shadows I watched the sun rise
latching, part, aimless, restraint, wanderer