Lyrics

In the mists of time I have walked far,
Just to be turned back in silent rebuke,
To be cast out and made into nothing,
Formless without purpose and without love.

A specter moving among those that live,
Never being able to touch the light they have,
Always one step ahead but never nearer,
I get blown about by the winds of irony.

This never ending circle i am on,
From the beginning to the very end,
My horizons are far and gone,
Idle hours are all i have to spend.

A desert of regrets with sands of despair,
Spreads out before me like a cold gray ocean,
Shambling forward on shaking, bent legs,
I move from one barren oasis to the next.

Barren and bereft of humanity's gentle warmth,
I scurry and scuttle from shadow to shadow,
Finding safety in the darkest of recesses,
Spidery tendrils of memory stalk my mind.

This never ending circle i am on,
From the beginning to the very end,
My horizons are far and gone,
Idle hours are all i have to spend.

There once was a me, I think to myself,
Whole and complete with love and light,
Was it all that long ago I was once a man,
Madness again and I come full circle to me.

This never ending circle i am on,
From the beginning to the very end,
My horizons are far and gone,
Idle hours are all i have to spend.

Never ending...
Circle…
Idle Hours...