The Drawing Of The Three

Doors standing in the sand Pathways to worlds I don't know And then we were, torn asunder Shadows and light you and I A thief then a beggar A liar then a king He's fucked up in his mind Black aura on the cards I read Of your future, of your disease With great expectation I speak Of the Drawing of the Three Coming forward From two places in time Falling backwards One body, two minds Looking through a shattered mirror This face that I don't know Draws me back to the Midworld Planets and stars, galaxies collide Portals are opened and I see the light And the dunes and the endless sea Black aura on the cards I read Of your future, of your disease With great expectation I speak Of the Drawing of the Three A thief then a beggar A liar then a king He's fucked up in his mind