Hymn of Solitude - Winterstorm

Travel the darkness lose all the memory

Cube lies aside with no energy

Searching the pockets find in a paper note

Signs are familiar their meaning remote

Unfold the cube and use the infinite form

Unleash the might the real winter storm

Search — go find the truth was the quest

Lost you are close to the top

No getting to the crest

All alone

Bound to the dice

All are

Bound to the dice

Three different fates

Time is that waits

Echoes are howling muted through dissonance

Trying to warn them with diligence

Trying to numb them trying to ease the pain

Every effort will be in vain

End of the journey found what they’re longing for

Still they don’t know what’s inside the core

Trapped in a time warp repeating itself it seems

trapped in this prison guiding their dreams

Search — go find the truth was the quest

Lost you are close to the top

No getting to the crest

All alone

Bound to the dice

All are

Bound to the dice