[00:47.36]Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,
[00:51.12]He looks into the future and remembers what is past,
[00:55.27]Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,
[00:58.67]Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel.
[01:11.35]In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain;
[01:15.46]Smoke drifts up behind him, he is free again,
[01:19.60]Free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,
[01:24.78]Leaving nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.
[01:30.34]It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
[01:40.78]Charging madly forward, tracks across the snow;
[01:45.18]Wind screams madness to him, ever on he goes,
[01:49.00]Leaving spoor to mark his passage, trace his weary climb.
[01:54.44]Cross the moor and make the headland
[01:57.02]Stumbling, wayward, blind.
[01:59.89]In the end his footprints extend as one single line.
[02:24.97]This latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack,
[02:34.93]Persuaded to charge at his enemy.
[02:39.08]Too late, he knows it is,
[02:42.94]Too late now to turn back, too soon by far to falter.
[02:50.68]The past sits uneasily at his rear,
[02:55.67]He's walking right into the trap,
[03:00.48]Surrounded, but striving through will and fear.
[03:05.26]Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
[03:09.53]But the dice slip through his fingers
[03:11.22]And he's living from day to day,
[03:13.56]Carrying his world around upon his back,
[03:16.62]Leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track.
[05:13.35]He will not be hostage, he will not be slave,
[05:17.20]No snare of past can trap him, though the future may.
[05:21.49]Still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat;
[05:26.29]Still his life remains unfettered he denies defeat.
[05:44.15]It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.
[05:54.07]Leave the past to burn at least that's been his own.
[06:00.15]Scorched earth, that's all that's left when he's done;
[06:05.77]Holding nothing but beholden to no-one,
[06:11.49]Claiming nothing, out of no false pride, he survives.
[06:17.32]Snow tracks are all that's left to be seen
[06:23.98]Of a man who entered the course of a dream,
[06:30.36]Claiming nothing but the life he's known
[06:35.20]This, at least, has been his own.