Brace yourself for the fall,
You may see the clouds run wild through your hair,
And you may feel the crow calling perched on your heart.
You may summon your daemon forth,
You may cast a spell on your senses and colour the sky,
With flame you may trample the souls of lesser men and kings alike.
Brace yourself for the plunge,
You may feel the knives of ice lunge at you,
You may feel the shark gape open at your heart,
You may endure the winter liquid forest,
You may cast your dice as far as hope may play to fate,
With flame you may stamp out the fear you had of men and kings alike.
Brace yourself for reality,
You may see my face and hear me now,
You may feel the air of earth suffocate you,
You may feel the weight of illusion crash down and burn,
You may summon your mind out of your stupor,
You may be coming down to your fake lesser men and kings alike.
But sooner or later you will yearn for your winter forest again.