On the road where the Lion and the Raven meet
At the crossroad where kongs and queens admit defeat
On the land scorched with faith, hopes amd dreams
That one man stands firmly grounded on his feet

He pleaded allegiance to the gods of war
He prayed to never draw his sword
Nor deliver a soul to the Netherworld
Unless that soul is begging for

He stands alone on his throne of ice
His friends no more than a raven and a Scythe
He awaits for those who seek the truth
The key to wisdom, magic, sanity and youth

The words he utters are forever the same:
The moment you stand before me with no shame
When you let me show you that which you don't want to see
Will be the moment when you acknowledge your own insanity

Fear not, poor sinful mortal soul that you are
You can't get lost in something that you know
But you can only let yourself to roam
And meet the darkest corners of your soul

You all came seeking for the philosopher's stone
Yet all I offer you are the words you chose to ignore
Because your fear of fear itself and of yourself
Are all that keep you blind, insane and deaf

I cannot offer redemption nor revenge
Those are for you to seek or change
What I can do is make you choose
Between the past, present and future you

Not once has he delivered the will of the Scythe
Plunging poor lost souls in the divine hell
For that is where freedom and peace dwell
Hidden away from world's duality of wrong and right

Few are those who get to keep their life
And fewer are those who offer thanks to this dark knight
But those who enter in the labyrinth of mindless self
And face, forgive and resurrect their own belief
Will stand victorious in their own freedom and free will

And so the days of this dark knight still pass
Protecting his own throne of ice from all of us
Locking both angels and demons through a midnight mass
Tightening his grip on the infinite kingdom of madness