No long is the darkest fate No longer It's the loose and banging gate Which shook and broke with every slam Is now a still and steady hand Crouching on a whispering sand Where time is still and nature's pure It's hard to mirror a beautiful world Rings from high snow caps To the white soaked deserts To the bar of decrepit future This is where we heard No longer is the darkest fate No longer is the loose and banging gate That shook and broke with every slam Is now a still and steady hand Crouching on a whispering sand