The path within is never lit Descending into the abyss In seas of change and baron wastes All but you decides your fate See future wisdom fill the walls Predicts the history of it all The moment panic fills your brain You stand before an empty grave Just before your life turns gray Golden teacher shows the way Morphing shadows guise the real Figures made of fear congeal From the corner something breathes Killing what you once believed Smoke suffocates the sky Fulfilled with never knowing why The final light is glowing dim Bow before the reaper grim