"Kismet" Come down my child, take me to the core of the flame The world denied, poisoned by the turn of the game One early morning I woke and sorrow gave me my name Come rest my child, take me to the heart of the flame Calm down my child, tell me 'bout the scent of the rain Something has died, silent and in absence of pain One early morning I woke and no one whispered my name Calm down my child, stagnancy is bliss for the sane