"Pray, boy, pray"; she whispered in my ear

with a poison needle aimed right at my fears

As the words of the Litany relieved me

I realized it was I who had decieved me

No Fable, no fiction 

ever made it easy

I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer

I will allow it to pass over me.

When its gone, only I will remain.

And when she asked me 

to tell her of my dreams

she did so only

to decieve

I felt your Gom Jabar

but from mine there's no reprive

I learned the way of the knife

and the cutting will be a relief

I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer

I will allow it to pass over me.

When its gone, only I will remain.