The Door to Nowhere - The Wise Man's Fear

We pried open The Door to Nowhere

What we saw in the chamber

Stripped the face from my skull

And twisted my bones around

Small minds, fragile minds

Pulling apart pieces of themselves

Drums, drums

I hear drums in the deep

The solemn silence

Of a heart counting its beats

Blinded brother there is no light left

Of the torch you used to hold

Lose another day or year down here

While the darkness makes you old

Every day I try running from each night

But they are gaining on me

The box that held this pestilence

Now lies shattered at my feet

Blinded brother there is no light left

Of the torch you used to hold

Lose another day or year down here

While the darkness makes you old

The river of life is found across the valley of death

Blinded brother there is no light left

Of the torch you used to hold

Lose another day or year down here

While the darkness makes you old

Blinded brother

Lose another