Now?

[Mjäll]

Lullabies for the ones caught in between
Naked, the pain of stretching limbs
Desire to burn with the ashes of purity

Devoid of might to conjure destruction
They reign in planes of forlorn obliteration
Stretching limbs until they snap

Crawling out; a massive fault
Contempt was piling up, collapsing
By the added weight of dressed-up nothing

Now? A beacon of fear in the infant light
Now? A need to separate wrong from right
Now? A slave where there once was a knight

 

[New]

I enjoy the theme present in here. It's one I struggle with myself.