Almost the season a time of prophecy for those who know

almost the reason why the voices of the dead come known

a gnawing in torment divided by the polarizing line

Prey to the masses hunted in numbers tortured death divine



And when you see the light of lights

out of the corner of your eye 

then and there you will be falling

unless you answer to your calling



Estranged to nocturnal light

In search for what is known but lost by the time

desperatly clawing deceived as a puppet for a price

servant of the master a watcher of the world until you die



revolving on a never ending journey

a glimpse into the gateways of eternity

led to the edge then pushed to falling

for you must answer to your calling