Shadows of a Thousand Perceptions

To you, fellow traveler Excommunicated on your own path Despised for your own wicked force Illusive dreams got you nowhere Trove of secrets, right here Sharpen the blade At the heart of the wound For it shall be The deepest carving Sharpen the blade At the heart of the wound For it shall be The deepest carving Shackled to the anchor of yearning Endless wonder of magick and learning Chaos within me, chaos within thee In the darkness, I am unknowing As I ascend, writhing The outside withers Dissolving unto memory No returning, no holding on For the ambassadors of courage Unfoldment is always due Legends never finish The hunger always rings true And to the fellow traveler It will always be me and you Sharpen the blade At the heart of the wound For it shall be The deepest carving Sharpen the blade At the heart of the wound For it shall be The deepest carving