Sad are the days and sad are the times

Sad are the days, sad are the times,

In which we each day build our shrines


Wicked are the people, wicked are their crimes,

In heavens for which they travel in their lost minds


Cruel is the master, cruel are his teachings,

Slaves of who we have become as life goes by


Silent is the moment, silent is the time,

Voices are lost in the deafening silence of the Mime


Horrid is the vision, horrid is the shine,

Ferocious is the sun’s power yet there is no light


Indeed sad are the days and so are the times,

Wicked is the world in which cruelty is divine


Dead are the minds, no voices inside,

In horrid darkness sleeps the reason of light

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