The dead of winter
When the earth sleeps.
That is our time.
The height of summer
When the sun seeps.
That is our time.
When flowers grow
And marshes bloom.
That is our time.
When trees all die
Shrouded in gloom.
That is our time.
Our time is now.
Our time is then.
Our time is how.
Our time is when.
You dare to speak
Of things unheard?
Soon you'll see
Your way is absurd.
We dance without you
We stop alone
Our hearts are not true
Though we roam
Far from what you value
Far from what you know
Is the path that suits you
Is the path that glows
No more do we wander
No more do we wonder
The beast is here.
There's nothing to fear.
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