The stars shine down on the crimson sky the night falls upon

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