8 December 2012
We fast approach the Garcet Tower.
Soon upon us, our final hour.
We can not cross the narrow bridge.
For we will surely never live.
And when we see the angels wings.
A mother cries, and a child sings.
We awaken to this land.
Our lives are destined, always planned.
But fear not death for you or I.
We are but stars set into the black night sky.
The Horsemen Stand Ahead. • Opuss № I