The pain arrives and hurts like the twist of a knife...
 It makes him wish to be gone
 So he's facing the curtain descending with a razorblade smile
 He's taken "the path neverending" yet only to walk for a while
 He's gazing through all that is there
 and sees the world left for him to despise...
 Blissfully feeling so dead, no glimmer in his eyes
 So no more joy or forgiving, he's one with misery
 Nothing left to believe i n, he's reaching out to be free
 On that trail the warrior rides
 chasing the fall of his soul
 life's been too dire so the fullest desire has died
 deep from inside
 On that trail the warrior rides
 from the cradle straight to the grave
 Within his heart he feels his soul's being barred
 yet aberrant... aberrant