Nocturnal Vision - Borknagar

The path was foreseen

In a feverish dream

And the riddle was shown

To the seven year grown

Reaching out for the thread he saw

It would cut through his fingers

As a razor sharp straw

Shaping the untouchable

Embracing the none-existable

It’s force force drains

Slide into forever

Surface to surface

Nothing between

Faling forever

The illusion has been

But a fragment of time

On the thread of life

None shall pass

This fiery wall

None shall pass

No, none at all