Doors standing in the sand Pathways to worlds I don't know And then we were, torn asunder Shadows and light you and I
A thief then a beggar A liar then a king He's fucked up in his mind
Black aura on the cards I read Of your future, of your disease With great expectation I speak Of the Drawing of the Three
Coming forward From two places in time Falling backwards One body, two minds
Looking through a shattered mirror This face that I don't know Draws me back to the Midworld
Planets and stars, galaxies collide Portals are opened and I see the light And the dunes and the endless sea
Black aura on the cards I read Of your future, of your disease With great expectation I speak Of the Drawing of the Three
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