Текст песни The Small Hours - 1992 Version - The 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

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

Take no for granted... powers out there
Don't step into the demon's lair

And 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...