The Last Time
The Myriad
If the world is old, dark, fallen and strained
Are we then dim souls
The songless ones, the faint
We're not ones for falling, we're not ones for dying, we're not waiting
Maybe this is the last time, maybe this is our only time, maybe this is the last time
How can we risk not knowing the end of night?
In the hour of longing we will spark a myriad of lights
