Left, right, straight ahead.
You are in the Labyrinth.
They want you. They will get you.
Their ice cold eyes are haunting you.

Blacker than the darkness clears a shadow every light.
Can you feel the hands reaching out for you?
They have implanted themselves into your head.
You're crawling away. But even if you would run..

Left, right, straight ahead. You are in the Labyrinth.
You can keep crawling.. lurching.. running away..
But deep down inside you already know

Nobody will ever see you again.
Nowhere are you really safe.
Never will you get out of here.

It began at five,
Curiousities at max.
Hands anywhere,
And everywhere.

It became age fifteen..
When that wasnt enough,
A decade ago.

Slide in two itty bitty years,*
And I cause war.
Such a teenager.

Your a Tyrant,
You doth not fear our kind.
The Kind of Honor,
And gratitude..

You sit upon your smugly throne,
Beholding the power you own.

When in all reality,
Your just a tyrant King.
A king that must die eventually..

And all Kings,
Are not Honorably right..

The Blue sky...
How Ashure is thee..
So beautiful.
Day and Night.

The Moon of Aurora,
Comes to life.
To call us out.
Into Those eyes.

Unicorns.
Wild and mighty beast.
We fear none.
Only ourselves to be.

White manes,
Softened tails of rain...
We gallop within our snowy terrain.
Beneath Aurora.