Woorden: Fates Warning. Shades of Heavenly Death.

By black, we ride or so they say
Our need for reason, their greed is paid
Powers rumble for spiritual sway
Paths are laid, then leaders stray

It's right then left, which way to turn
Follow me or forever burn
We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell
All wish away into empty wells

Fortunes found in holy halls
Redeem your every fault
When dogmas given are blindly held
Treasures given caught

Any wish can only lavst
Until the spell's descried
While subtle, wicked ways
They fracture weakened minds

Slaves of a different kind, they march to broken bell
Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well
Blackened blue, etched in glass, forming outer walls
Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls

Lines lead to dead ends where plays seen
Are never clear and those who ride never fare
Crowned voids forever rule in worlds lived
And learned of fools, conformity's the teachers' tool