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
