Moorcock - House - King - Powell - )

We're standing on the edge

The edge of time

And it is dark, so dark on the edge of time

And we're tired of making love

We are the lost, we are the ravaged

We are the unkind

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

And we're tired of making love

Where are our children

Where are our fathers

Where is our desire

And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time

Where is our joy

Where is our hope

Where is our fire

And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time

We are the the lost, we are the forgotten

We are the undying

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

The veterans of a thousand psychic wars

We are ths soldiers at the edge of time

The victims of the savage truth

We are the soldiers at the edge of time

And we're tired of making love

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