Precipice کے بول

I stand over the gorge Pinehills roll endless Pitch smells swirl and swell Below the wake I dwell The swarth of I Blanket the entire sky I stare, the wraith up high Into my apparations eye Reflection of languishing energy Too much to bear, I swear - I curse Weakening, deadening - strenghten to envelopp all The swarth of I Blanket the entire sky In wait I lie I'll help you all die