I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding
that worse lay in the dregs as I await some
Stroke of Doom From a corner of this weeping earth ,
my thoughts unfold onto this world and leave me cowering for
refuge from torment and pain
In silence I weep for lost memories so deep that
I have torn all ties with the
physical So let me build a wooden bridge
to the moon and I will rip the heavens apart
with my thoughts and my
anguish

Linger in forgotten mountains all alone
Cold beneath the moon
Seek me and you'll find me
Licking dirt from the ground

Mountains are mine
Fountains of fine wine
Never will you find
For they are buried in my mind In silence I weep
My loneliness so deep
For they are buried in time
Realised in your mind

Overwhelming anguish seeps through
these veins turning my blood to ice,
never to flow again Under innumerable
stars in vivid brightness my mind was naked for all to pick
Now free to roam across the jagged pieces (of
heaven),wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven)
Thoughts start to creep around my heart in vivid brightness,
in vivid darkness

The cold night draws in and the children are skulking
With fear of reprisal,but the
Mountains are Mine