Untitled [Live]
JOHN D CRONISE
Far across the gulf of time
he watches all unfold
The cursed day draws ever nearer
as he has foretold
The bearer of the orb awaits the
sacred key
Into the world anew once more
what was will be
Racing through the netherworld outide of
time and space
He has found a hidden path to pass
forbidden gates
Body left to rot as the great
tidal lock sets in
The cord is cut, the way is shut
the orb goes dim