He rode upon a pale horse

Your ceaseless desire to dwell at the tops of the spires

Leads you to the highest peaks of the funeral pyre
White flames coax you nearer to Pandora?s Box
As you attempt to draw water from solid rock

A bastion of pins and needles
A soul bleeding ice

Your eyes leak logic while you disregard thought
What happened to the ideals that your parents should have taught?

Spin red web
Catch thy prey
Drain all life
Predetermined fate
Always will you dwell within the brittle shell of a man ?
Arx Insigniter Fimus