OF THE COLD - ACT III (a play performed eternally)
Wake up
You are it now
Wake up
Remember
Remember the cages
He remembers flashes of fear
He remembers distant tears
He stands on trembling legs
A worn crimson coat
A nameplate pinned to his chest
Mist hides the sun
Frost glitters as wagons glides
Softly through the trees
No driver in the seat
Somehow he knows he must take the reins
And guide this show through this waste
A door swings open to an impossible space
Its dark draws him in
Inside stoic silhouettes
Shadows frozen in the haze
Among these mannequins there's nothing to hide
Hollow mouths whisper only of their plastic hearts
With their silent smiles their dead eyes see all
Choose your mask carefully
Choose a life
Welcome to your eternity
No choice just despair void of hope
Rise as the darkness that you sought
A new guide, a new game, a new host
Adorn your mask
Keeper of beasts, wild and raging
Apathetic and cold
Distant and fading
In cages caught, left in the rust
So there he now sit
A swaying wagon on creaking wheels
A cold morning, achoking mist
The world seems empty, eternally old
He searches this waste alone
He'll ride forever for he cannot leave this game unfinished
A play performed eternally
Rise rise keeper
Remember the cages
Written by:
Andreas Johansson
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