My only son,
keep your head down
When you walk before those tragic mirrors
You won't see yourself, only your fears
As they come true, consuming you,
spilling all the gold inside your head,
another year is harvested

Phobos, they dare not speak his name
And the day they forget will be the day your mouth gets,
Sewn up
There is no god before,
his temple the night the stars his eyes
He sees you

His green glass hearts gathering dust,
All the lies they told you on a shelf in every tongue and dialect
Just start at the shore, and let the waves chase you home,
as they fall and as they crest,
Into the black we'll all be swept

We're all actors baby,
Tonight the world is your stage
Why can't you hear them calling?
They're calling out your name
Hail the goer, the goer, the goer goes
Beyond the wall, beyond the wall