To and fro, to and fro
for that is how things must go;
pulse in men will one day cease
like drowning throes;
there is ease

To and fro, to and fro
for that is how things must go;
words alive will one day fall
‘neath the black;
for dust is all

To and fro, to and fro
for that is how things must go;
we suspect we ought to fear
the shadows cold;
for they draw near

To and fro, to and fro
for that is how things must go;
in fever dreams we can see
through the looking glass;
we are not free

To and fro, to and fro
for that is how things must go;
our eyes know truths we’d rather not
like prize for our burdens;
we all must rot

To and fro, to and fro
for so are things cursed to go;
this weary toil will one day end
from our proud houses
we descend