Worth Dying For The Drawing Of The Three
Doors standing in the sand
Pathways to worlds I don't know
And then we were, torn asunder
Shadows and light you and I
A thief then a beggar
A liar then a king
He's f..cked up in his mind
Black aura on the cards I read
Of your future, of your disease
With great expectation I speak
Of the Drawing of the Three
Coming forward
From two places in time
Falling backwards
One body, two minds
Looking through a shattered mirror
This face that I don't know
Draws me back to the Midworld
Planets and stars, galaxies collide
Portals are opened and I see the light
And the dunes and the endless sea
Black aura on the cards I read
Of your future, of your disease
With great expectation I speak
Of the Drawing of the Three
A thief then a beggar
A liar then a king
He's f..cked up in his mind
