Hymn of Solitude

Travel the darkness lose all the memory
Cube lies aside with no energy
Searching the pockets find in a paper note
Signs are familiar their meaning remote
Unfold the cube and use the infinite form
Unleash the might the real winter storm
Search — go find the truth was the quest
Lost you are close to the top
No getting to the crest
All alone
Bound to the dice
All are
Bound to the dice
Three different fates
Time is that waits
Echoes are howling muted through dissonance
Trying to warn them with diligence
Trying to numb them trying to ease the pain
Every effort will be in vain
End of the journey found what they’re longing for
Still they don’t know what’s inside the core
Trapped in a time warp repeating itself it seems
trapped in this prison guiding their dreams
Search — go find the truth was the quest
Lost you are close to the top
No getting to the crest
All alone
Bound to the dice
All are
Bound to the dice