Foreigner  -  Pallbearer

All  along  the  dark  and  forbidden  way

I  can  feel  their  eyes  and  see  their  arcane  thrones

So  between  my  steps

I  rest  to  gather  up  my  strength

I  must  keep  pushing  onward

Under  swirling  moons  and  galaxies

In  the  presence  of  ancients,

beckoning  to  me

And  I  fear  to  be  their  conduit

and  lose  myself

In  the  shadow

Shifting  path

that  makes  it  hard  to  tread  my  way

Wastes  my  strength,  takes  my  breath

For  the  purpose  of  erosion

of  my  will

to  carry  on

And  steals  the  fire  from  my  blood

Lost  within  the  shade

I  call  out  for  a  helping  hand