The Wise Man's Fear - The Door to Nowhere

We pried open The Door to Nowhere
What we saw in the chamber
Stripped the face from my skull
And twisted my bones around
Small minds, fragile minds
Pulling apart pieces of themselves
Drums, drums
I hear drums in the deep

The solemn silence
Of a heart counting its beats

Blinded brother there is no light left
Of the torch you used to hold
Lose another day or year down here
While the darkness makes you old

Every day I try running from each night
But they are gaining on me
The box that held this pestilence
Now lies shattered at my feet

Blinded brother there is no light left
Of the torch you used to hold
Lose another day or year down here
While the darkness makes you old

The river of life is found across the valley of death

Blinded brother there is no light left
Of the torch you used to hold
Lose another day or year down here
While the darkness makes you old
Blinded brother
Lose another