The Devils of Trust Steal the Souls of the Free

Harbour the fundamental secrets
Locked within the vaults of longing
Yearning, ever yearning
For the emblems of desire

Solemn is the mood
Subdued in its own pathos
Retreat inside the eye

Those nebulous bonds
Chords forged through all the years
Have grown insubstantial
Ethereal symphony lost

Solemn is the mood
Subdued in its own pathos
Retreat inside the eye

Reach out
Reach out
And find nothing