So many paths we had to thread
Paths of the living and the dead
So many directions in our heads
Direction leading to hell instead

The path we seek in effect
Will lead to our future
The path we choose are perfect
A reflection of our nature

These are paths unknown
We covered to be our own
These are the paths with the gods
We converted into our roads

Each road formed got its own tale
A tale told not verbally
A story of gloom and glory
Tale in the midst of swords

We may not remember
The content of the story
Of how truth became glory
But the roads knows best!