Almost the season a time of prophecy for those who know  almost the reason why the voices of the dead come known  a gnawing in torment divided by the polarizing line  Prey to the masses hunted in numbers tortured death divine  And when you see the light of lights  out of the corner of your eye  then and there you will be falling  unless you answer to your calling  Estranged to nocturnal light  In search for what is known but lost by the time  desperatly clawing deceived as a puppet for a price  servant of the master a watcher of the world until you die  revolving on a never ending journey  a glimpse into the gateways of eternity  led to the edge then pushed to falling  for you must answer to your calling