The grip no longer holds 
When passion abandons 
Teh bonds no longer clutch 
And the rope screams your name 

path of daggers 
But where to step 
hallway of illusions 
Of what was 

Duty heavy as a mountain 
The battle draws near 
Your shoulders carry many 
Still death seems remarkebly void 

You wonder fate in lack of faith 
What you consider luck, may be Gods will 
wanderer of the light will never die 
Before God give his aproval 

path of daggers... 

The crown I cary as an aura above me 
Is the proof of who my saviour [bad word] is 

My mute cries overheard 
My blindness is seen 
My tears washed away 
My feebleness became my strength 

Duty heavy as a mountain 
Teh battle draws near 
Your shoulders cary many 
Still death seems remarkebly void 

You wonder fate in lack of faith 
What you consider luck, may be Gods will 
wanderer of the light will never die 
Before God give his aproval 

path of daggers... 

When love is lost, only hate will remain