Our revels now have ended Life by life to the drum of war Through these mountains we leave our tracks behind Within this endless snow we lie To me it seems that this will never end So young and restless without a memory to call their own In this barren land words of Mars guiding my hand In this barren land his whispers of death command So young and restless, without a memory to call their own These trembling hands corrupting my existence These trembling hands consuming my resistance These trembling hands took a Life away Without a warning discharged and flowing To my spring there is no return all is left Are traces Without a memory to call their own HOW WILL SHE KNOW I EVER LOVED HER