I feel that I was meant for something morenMy curse, this awful power to unmakenAnd ever since you found your taste for warnYou forced me onto those whose life you'd takennWhile Guernica in peaceful valley laynAnd Dresden dreamed of anything but deathnThe day was turned to night and night to daynYou let me loose upon their fragile fleshnnAnd so I hid among the smaller thingsnYou found me there and ferried me abovenThe flame deluge is waiting in the wingsnThe smallest thread holds back the second floodnnAnd who will stand to greet the blinding lightnIt's lonely when there's no one left to fight