[To say that fate is what you make of is not entirely true. There are certain paths you are drawn to and bound to tread even if you might fool yourself to think otherwise. We can drink now or be led to the water later on but at some point drink we must.] Faceless faces behind masks of stone boneless bones clad in burning robes by hidden hands the wheels are turned through words unsaid their purpose learnt The paradox I live and breathe I roam its fields in thought and dream The silence within... it hums your symphony in the voice of thunder your angels sing to me Providence works in ways unknown more obscure couldn't be its lantern's glow yet by diverse means the web is spun and all the paths I take in the end are one Whichever is my role on Earth with your scarlet thread my heart is girt The silence within... it hums your symphony in the voice of thunder your angels sing to me And it all echoes throughout eternities