The man who stands in front of the pit Hope and reality, alchemical meet The one who sees, what can he choose? Former things become a landscape to lose Conformism, selfishness Results of blindness Cut away what you know as chains That feeling of misery that stains There ain't no armor to protect you truly Accept your flow, it's all you can do Ride the starship through space like a child Fly over fields full of life, all in bloom Put them aside all the fear and regret Keep your head open, your heart clean, and your life shall be free Cut away what you know as chains That feeling of misery that stains There ain't no armor to protect you truly Accept your flow, it's all that you can do Mind flayers, graveyard ghouls Red homunculus, undead troll The most scary about the monster Is the human matter on it The way of the blade, to cut and be cut Now tell me boy do you think you got the guts?