I am twisted urban grace
Just cold flames across my face
Something's dying in this place
Faded as the soul in space.
Empty diamonds, coaldust mine
When you're dead you're feeling fine
Lying on the serpentine
Memory of moving time,
Cannot stop the shattered fate
Down beyond they try to hate
I know why the rabbit's late
Trapped in a coffin spun of slate.
Emptiness is all we know
We are spiders in the snow
Darkness falls, nowhere to go
The king's last stand, his dreams are low.
Fly, my darking dragon's hoard
Sweetly humming goblin lord
Ring of chaos, rattling gourd
death-watch in an oaken board.