Intro - Illusion

I follow The tattered entourage Entering the mist and haze I bow down like the first in line Freeing the pipes Setting the tune For a darker gospel No need for waiting Thou the tourches are lit I'll make another try No needs at all For the hands are delt And a grim truth is staring in my face This is the inverted truth From shades to greay in a misty rain No more slendering aournd This time, thus time Gods mime Shepards loosing their cains and joyfully bow down Thrails with up side down Chosing to drink from the heavens Marbel eyes keep staring back Speaking in riddles Passion is a darkside journey Don't hesitate again Hate is young Shattered to pieces No regrets The womb hollers This can't be undone Let it begin