Visions fading [Visions fading here]
Dreams become illusions [Yet I still think clear]
Daylight flees in the light of my morbid aura
I - Exile

Running through the dried out fields of thorns
The place where I feel so welcomed
Pilgrim dressed in black, I am a shadow

Never been this far
My footprints on the mountain paths will forever burn
Drifting with the stars
Creating mud, building my noback, I'll never return

Lost, picking locks to my loss,
Picking locks to my fortress, my solitary
Lost; eating Rocks
My church is built in me, my God stitched to my mind
I search for a quiet as I wait until
My church is built in me, my God stitched to my mind
I search for a quiet as my journey continues

Pawns, thorns in bloom, I am your sentry
The Man and Element became one
And your whispers entwine my pain

They think I am insane, yet sanity is what I look for
And wisdom I shall find, unearth it in my loneliness

Pawns, thorns in bloom
They feel my shadow closing in
And infect me with fear and regret
A flaming path throdden by me
Shines at me in it's evil grin
Taking away the peace that is the choice

My journey is complete,
My journey to exile, to isolation, to denial
The fortress in my mind has turned to steel
My Noback turned rusted

My church healing me, my God calming me
My aura fading my senses
My loneliness building the fences
This world has lost my trace