The Small Hours

(Originally recorded by Holocaust)

Look out at the darkness, and you will see

Just call my name and I'll be there

You cannot touch me, you would not dare

I am the chill that's in the air

And I try to get through to you, in my own special way

As the barriers crumble, at the end of the day, a-ha

Dark rivers are flowing, back into the past

You are the fish for which I cast

And what of the future, what is to be

As the rivers flow into the sea

And I try to get through to you, in my own special way

As the barriers crumble, at the end of the day

Do not take for granted, powers out there

Don't step into the demon's lair

Time is an illusion, rising from time

Steep is the mountain which we climb

And I try to get through to you, in my own special way

As the barriers crumble, at the end of the day