We lay in blackness so old and weary unquiet and waiting
Gushing darkness
Turns to dim amber dying fireflies Oh so deep we´ll
embrace you to sleep With our bitter lullaby Come my child and
join these hands Come my child and join this chant What if
we rise?
What if we rise from the Underliving? Dormant in the corner of
your eyes Always there
Always hidden to your sight In denial wearing a disguise
We're not living but we do feel alive What if we rise?
What if we rise from the Underliving? We´ll entice
you, we´ll lead you astray We might like you, point the
right way We will lure you. We love to play With our favourite
toys Our favourite games Silhouettes in a shadowplay You ignore
we control Every thought you spare Oh we sing with the
voice of the wind Wearing our torn and foggy shroud And thus we
hold world´s invisible strings Leave not trace and
leave no sound Veiled unseen we swarm around Worn and
tired withering, waning Old as time in a void so vast We lay in
blackness so old and weary Gushing darkness turns to dim amber
dying fireflies But what if we rise...?