Will swaying masses
Pour into the open?
When I’m hopelessly sunk
Wrecked by the fury of time

What will be said
Of my thoughtless roaming?
Deterred by nature
And the treachery of its curves

The romance of living
Shall draw me in too far
Where I shall be crushed
By the curse of fog and shadow
Obscured by the depths of eternity

When lucid seduction falls
What will I bear with pride?
With a nurturing sway in my voice
And passion billowing
Cold in my dwindling eyes