Before I was born here
They lived through the fire
Traveling unseen through the living world
I found not what I desired

When night terrors come alive
Do you remember when we died?
What mysteries do you see
In the black holes of my eyes?

He waits outside the door
I witness my reflection blink
Death is the poor man's doctor
And the silence to minds that think

The rebirth of a deity
The one who was led astray
The reawakening of a warrior
Come to fight another day

I hear the gentle whispers
Dead speaking through lives past
I hear the battle drums blaring
Will this war be my last?