Darkest Hour
The Light At The Edge Of The World
After the torchlight of red sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living and now dying
With a little patience
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock with out water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
(Thanks to Ben for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania