Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side, either side And balanced on the precipice the moment must reveal Naked in the face of time, our race within the wheel As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light Outside the pull of gravity, beyond the spectral veil Within our careful reasoning, we search to no avail For the constant in the chaos, for the fulcrum in the void Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light
Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side, either side And balanced on the precipice the moment must reveal Naked in the face of time, our race within the wheel As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light Outside the pull of gravity, beyond the spectral veil Within our careful reasoning, we search to no avail For the constant in the chaos, for the fulcrum in the void Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight At the point of total darkness and the lights divine divide A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light
