Vārdi: Thrice. That Hideous Strength.

Oh, that I could scream
And the world would stop and listen
And these scars
Please try to speak in volumes

But who has, ears to hear
Or eyes to see
Again I scream

But my voice is buried
In an unearthly silence
Like in nightmares
When ghosts steal your breath

I pray that power be not in my words
But in truth that supercedes the mind of man
And our dead hope and our blind faith in means
That look to justify the ends, that look to justify the ends

I feel a presence in the room
I feel cold fingers close around my neck
Without you, I am lost

Let mine eyes not fail with looking upwards
Let mine eyes not fail with looking upwards