Hunting the hunters, the cold justice of wrath   Avenging those that strayed onto a darker path   Fallen lays another prize, this night-quest drawn to end   Disposing in a manner fit, with no hope to ascend.      Each day ends the same…I follow through   The door my will alone conceives and yields to form   Retracing my life’s strand through the naught   Where twisted colors taint the metaphysical hue      An ancient destiny scrolling through my mind   With access to the Chronosphere I pursue “them” into time   In a place where thoughts echo and equations carry weight   I seek the source within the source as key to my fate      A unified infinity derived from chaos trace   I track the change in the line of man   To shift the balance - a return to cerulean haze   I seek the end to the scarlet thread      Further into time a crimson glow is felt   It guides me through the night   Navigating Infinity’s seas   To another scene in time!      Hunger in the night   the primal force urges on      As if by fate the other one appears.   In a path known only to feral eyes   With force the flesh-honed gauntlet ends the act.   Always the same since the “fall”.      (with) Each slowing breath as though my own.   I probe the reeling mind.      A line blurred without distinction   Spiraling through the twisted knots.   Clarity’s disillusionment.   This path returns to me!      Further into time a crimson glow is felt   It guides me through the night   Navigating Infinity’s seas   To another scene in time!      An ancient destiny scrolling through my mind   With access to the Chronosphere I pursue “them” into time   In a place where thoughts echo and equations carry weight   I seek the source within the source as key to my fate      A unified infinity derived from chaos trace   I am but an Ouroboros in time   To shift the balance - a return to cerulean haze   I seek to end - the scarlet thread in me!