Our Glorious Dark

Pass me the board That we might see the fragments of a cold world This contact, a madness Will engulf us and a fate will be served Duty bound and powered by the cold That sits inside our cruel hearts Never turning Never seeing anything But our glorious dark Pass me the board That we might see the fragments of a dead world This madness Contact with a fate that serves What we deserve Duty bound and powered by the cold That sits inside our cruel hearts Never turning Never seeing anything But our glorious dark