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When rest comes is when I see the boy

Lost in the Void, a harrowing end

Everything falling apart, always the same visions

Madness is all I see, sadness is all I feel

Then I fell through a Hole in the World

Then I saw his Face, the Face of Death

I make what I must make

I know what I must know

I am the craftsman of the Face of Death

My greatest deed, my dreads they will feel

Once men of proper purpose

Once men of greater fortune

Now but slithering shadows

Dancing at the light of our sanity

Tired of failing, tired of dreaming

Just set me free!

Locked out of the world

Amongst the shreds of my sanity

Then I fell through a Hole in the World

Then I saw his Face, the Face of Death

I make what I must make

I know what I must know

I am the craftsman of the Face of Death

My greatest deed, my dreads they will feel

My dreads they fill feel

Then I fell through the Hole in the World

Then I saw the Face, the Face of Death