Icebound

I open my eyes just to close 'em again From the horrors that I see before me On the edge of depth I stand and stare down below At something never ment for a man to behold I stand upon the mountainside...

Frozen streams and vapours gray Cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling Spinn the fog and spinn the mist... Still we walked on through woods and...

Un unsavoury You spending my time on them Without hesitation earning your money on us Forged truth coming out -filthy fingers Alone cutting glass Breaking hearts Tinker with words Stocked expectations...