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I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top

Looked down around and all that I could see

Were those that I would dearly love to share with

Crashing on quite blindly to the sea

I tried to ask what game this was

But knew I might not play it

The voice as one as no-one came to me

'We have looked upon the heroes

And they are found wanting

We have looked hard across the land

But we can see no dawn

We have now dared to sear the sky

But we are still bleeding

We are drawing near to the cliffs

Now we can hear the call

The clouds are piled in mountain-shapes

There is no escape except to go forward

Don't ask us for an answer now

It's far too late to bow to that convention

What course is there left but to die

We have looked upon the high kings

Found them less than mortals

Their names are dust before the just

March of our young new law

Minds stumbling strong we hurtle on

Into the dark portal

No-one can halt our final vault

Into the unknown maw

And as the elders beat their brows

They know that it's really far

Too late now to stop us

For if the sky is seeded death

What is the point in catching breath -expel it

What cause is there left but to die

In searching of something we're not quite sure of

What cause is there left but to die

I really don't know why

I know our ends may be soon

But why do you make them sooner

Time may finally prove

Only the living move her and

No life lies in the quicksand

Yes I know it's

Out of control out of control

Greasy machinery slides on the rails

Young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled

Cogs tearing bones cogs tearing bones

Iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams

Mind and machinery box-press the dreams

But there still is time

Cowards are they who run today

The fight is beginning

No war with knives fight with our lives

Lemmings can teach nothing

Death offers no hope we must grope

For the unknown answer

Unite our blood abate the flood

Avert the disaster

There's other ways than screaming in the mob

That makes us merely cogs of hatred

Look to the why and where we are

Look to yourselves and the stars and in the end

What choice is there left but to live

In the hope of saving

Our children's children's little ones

What choice is there left but to live

To save the little ones

What choice is there left but to try