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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