I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding
that worse lay in the dregs as I await some Stroke of Doom
From a corner of this weeping earth,
my thoughts unfold onto this world
and leave me cowering for refuge from torment and pain
In silence I weep for lost memories so deep that
I have torn all ties with the physical
So let me build a wooden bridge to the moon and
I will rip the heavens apart with my thoughts and my anguish
Linger in forgotten mountains all alone
Cold beneath the moon
Seek me and you'll find me
Licking dirt from the ground
Mountains are mine
Fountains of fine wine
Never will you find
For they are buried in my mind
In silence I weep
My loneliness so deep
For they are buried in time
Realised in your mind
Overwhelming anguish seeps through these veins
turning my blood to ice, never to flow again
Under innumerable stars in vivid brightness
my mind was naked for all to pick
Now free to roam across the jagged pieces (of heaven),
wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven)
Thoughts start to creep around my heart in vivid brightness,
In vivid darkness
The cold night draws in and the children are skulking
With fear of reprisal,but the Mountains are Mine
