The prologue is served at the knee
The seeker, they will not deny it
Although fog obscures what will come to be
The words are still speaking too quiet
Suddenly emerges the intrigue to observe the special technique
But I'm consumed by the need
To choose when I speak, descend if I please
Just to think, I'd gladly
Trace the deserted path of the chosen ones
And spill dreams for the shoulder's relief
Embrace the wrath, the confrontations to come now
I'll be listening carefully for what the condition will be
The prologue is served at the knee
The seeker, they will not deny it
Although fog obscures what will come to be
The words are still speaking too quiet
Suddenly emerges the intrigue to observe the special technique
But I'm consumed by the need
To choose when I speak, descend when I please
And I will ask the revealer for a moment in private
What is coming from the words that are speaking too quiet
Ask the revealer for a moment in private
What is coming from the words that are speaking too quiet
Ask the revealer for a moment, what just might be
Coming from the one who is speaking
Ask the revealer
What is to come