standing tall on ankrath s walls an inward journey begins there is clarity in solitude my strength and spirit soars ancient wisdom born from deep within my bones marching on with sole defiance ever forward unto dawn oh how to shape our destiny and choose for ill or good oh how to end this tyranny without becoming a tyrant myself this life is but a spiral path the serpent lurks inside a road towards eternity the future is the past standing at this dim threshold an inward river flows there is honesty in solitude my strength and spirit calls ancient power born from deep within this sword marching on with sole defiance ever forward into war oh how to earn eternity this torment to endure oh how to face this evil horde without turning to evil myself this life is but a spiral path the serpent lurks inside a road towards eternity the future is the past oh how to deceive mortality this sacrifice and doom oh how to end this wrathful god without becoming godlike myself