In the cold grip of the night
Toss and turn till the memories burn
And wax old familiar
Visions of the red
Enter specters moirai
Where did all the happy go?
In the tungsten clamps you worm
And forget of stuff you've made
Deals that tarnish
The pearls and the resting place
Enter specter inevitable
Welcome, oh Atropos
You've suicide debt
You've none to confide in
Discordia
It nears
Ka rolls on
It wheels
(And keeps rollin')
If all's forgotten there, these stone halls call for them that do live
I've circled around again, re-entered old new frames and reliefs
Gan himself, he sends me, with his thread, he just keeps weavin' that
Forlorn, forgot, stolen, story
Over, over, broken, older
Over, over, stolen, story
Golden Roland
This 19th time he'll make it back to you