A trail painted upon the face of night a pathway leading towards the wall of light the gateway to divinity the sacred sanctuary the throne
triumph within this torment knowledge in the binds of woe a dreadful awareness that pain is never gone surrendered to the silence that ripped the flesh away a soul in a wretched cosmic a body made of clay
"and now they call us"
amongst every created soul I stood and waited a suffering before the suffering a circle of burning flames a road above the fires the flesh it craves
the heart starts beating faster the name has been called judgement in process eternity in the waiting but what will it be? what will it be?