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Direct your fears, not to the pawn of the game

For the Devil lies deep within the actor on the stage



Surely no small deed has brought me to this place

I’m fettered to an iron collar of a purgatory

I’m searching for the means to find myself to strength

To finish what I’ve started here, I must play the game



A cold gaze passes through me solemnly

With frozen eyes smiling mirthlessly

Petrified in the light

We are victims of the night



I heed the word of the Master of Games

But I rue the day that the pieces fall in place

I’m at your beck and call, on my knees before a wavering stage

At the apex of the mountains in your sub-reality



Direct your fears not to the pawn of the game

For the Devil lies deep within the actor on the stage



I awake with eyes turned blind, trapped somewhere between

First and second sight

Of spit and clay is the key, to our nightmares and our dreams

Draw the curtains to see eyes staring back at me



A cold gaze passes through me solemnly

With frozen eyes smiling mirthlessly

Petrified in the light

We are victims of the night



Master of the Games

I’m not sure who is to blame,

Am I Master or am I Slave?

And I’m not sure when this game will end,

If the night never turns to day

But surely no small deed has brought me to this place

I’m fettered to an iron collar of a purgatory

I’m searching for the means to find myself to strength

To finish what I’ve started here, I must play the game



A cold gaze passes through me solemnly

With frozen eyes smiling mirthlessly

Petrified in the light

We are victims of the night

I heed the word of the Master of Games

But I rue the day that the pieces fall in place

I’m at your beck and call, on my knees before a wavering stage

At the apex of the mountains in your subreality