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