(rise... rise... rise... rise...)
We shall crush you down to a point
from which there is no coming back.
Things will happen to you from which you
could not recover if you lived a thousand years...
Still life was in me
The awful lights,
the strength of it...
Am I dreaming I'm awake?
The smell and second sight...
We're born again,
like shadows, outside...
time... time... time... time...