Ténèbres - Slow

Cold cuts through my fingers

As I drag them over the surface

Punish them as I

Disturb the still waters

With one light touch I

Wrinkle all existence

Distort all future

Destroy all quiet

Send waves of confusion

Through these waters

Of life

Even the gentlest stroke

Causes harm

There’s thunder afar

What have I become

With one light touch I

Wrinkle all existence

Distort all future

Destroy all quiet

Send waves of confusion

Through these waters

Of life

Even the gentlest stroke

Causes harm

There’s thunder afar

What have I become