The bones flowing in the bloody river collide In the arms of my guitar, As I rise through the endless Pile of skulls sprayed around me The scarlet sky blazes in the backdrop Of the hellfire, bent on the Apocalypse of human consciousness. I use their orbits as a jug And climb up above like a thug A mountain of skulls Filled with memories of the forgotten, Resting around to decompose into the Earth The mountain grows bigger and bigger As time goes by, And the ones below get pushed further down. Once I get to the top I must make a choice The others will be waiting for me As I gave my word to the bard I promised him I will play my guitar And I'll play my songs I'll share the voices, of those unheard. But he warned me that It'll come with a price Though at the moment I only have my mind on the ticket out And climbing up this mountain, Stepping on the skulls of the deceased, Is only way out. I take a step and pull Raven up, She's right behind me, trying to keep up I tried to tell her About my talk with the bard But she said she's heard bout' it And even knows what choice I'll make But I don't ask her. I like to think I have some control, Though my experiences contradict that belief. My hand's blistering with pain, I think we're almost at the top. I look at Raven - she looks morose And somehow even prettier than before. I ask her why it's gotta be me, Who has to make the choice. She hides behind her dreary smile And speaks in her lucid voice, "You know that, don't you? You're the boy who entered dreams, By escaping bone cages called cities." In that moment, our feet touch the mountain peak And the countless skulls collapse underneath.