Golden Dust - Isgaard

Cold tears cover my years

Nothing’s left, an empty shade without yield

Recurring doubts change into eerie clouds

Just fuzzy, faint and nebulized, the die is cast

Golden dust covers my world at last

The dream has gone and leaves me behind

Golden dust is on my skin at last

I try to hide what is inside — secretly

Cold fear surrounds my sphere

Walled and wired a prisoner of the past

Frozen grace starring into space

The world outside will slip away like a thief