Sovereign thoughts gliding through space Passing the planets all turned into black No noise, no nothing, just a dim light Pulsing, sift, whirl - Dead men's shadow flickering Travelling towards an destined position A meeting scheduled before time itself No use to resist its violent ravages An orchestra to penetrate his senses Phellius shadowed by thilion this day Everything, everywhere just dim and pale Yet a great beam of light reaches the surface Pulsing, sift, whirl - Dead men's shadow flickering The moment is now, through his eyes down his soul The wisdom of the seven planets shattered to dust But too much for his mind to comprehend just yet Years of quests to fully understand - to be lead