Lyrics:
The Juggler staresTo quench the thirstUpon the browWithin the handIt cracks and seepsThe seer weepsIn flickering lightThe wounds are servedScreams from belowA shadow in chainsFeverish images toldIn mirrors of oldThe eyes they all shareIn this tragic courtAn empty seatThe river runs dryNothing saidWords in redBehold the druidAs the stones fallKnown aloud turnedBackwards aroundReverse the lossThis never was