Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light   Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight   At the point of total darkness and the lights divine, divide   A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side, either side      And balanced on the precipice, the moment must reveal   Naked in the face of time our race within the wheel   As we hang beneath the heavens and we hover over hell   Our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well      So wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight   Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright   Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light      Outside the pull of gravity beyond the spectral veil   Within our careful reasoning we search to no avail   For the constant in the chaos for the fulcrum in the void   Following a destiny our steps cannot avoid      Across the vein of night there cuts a path of searing light   Burning like a beacon on the edges of our sight   At the point of total darkness and the lights divine, divide   A soul can let its shadow stretch and land on either side      Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight   Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright   Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light      In a spiral never-ending are we drawn towards the source   Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force   So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight   Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate      Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight   Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright   Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light