We’re on the cusp of something
Great does not always mean good
What is our world becoming
A nightmare misunderstood
The beasts are in the lead
They’ll be here within the hour
They’ll cause us all to bleed
It’s the lost who gave them power
The found will try to hang on tight
To all that’s been achieved
We’ll firmly clutch the fading light
Praying for when our fear’s relieved
Sparks 