The Path Was Foreseen

In A Feverish Dream

And The Riddle Was Shown

To The Seven Year Grown

Reaching Out For The Thread He Saw

It Would Cut Through His Fingers

As A Razor Sharp Straw



Shaping The Untouchable

Embracing The None-existable

It's Force Force Drains

Slide Into Forever



Surface To Surface

Nothing Between

Faling Forever

The Illusion Has Been

But A Fragment Of Time

On The Thread Of Life



None Shall Pass

This Fiery Wall

None Shall Pass

No, None At All