"Just follow the path" the old man had said
All you did was nod your head.
Too ignorant to hear what he had to heed.

Now you stand, alone.
Can't you sing the song.
There's nothing anymore filling you'll ever need.

Pass. Through. In and out.
up and down. Foward. Back.
Never now.

Going toward the midnyte ride.

Never may you see the twilight subside.
You hear the wind, it howls a song, sorrowfull as the trees ahead.

Trailing off the road with the moon to depend
Many deseving tails the hidden women spoke.
Only to bite you in the end.

Your eyes glow bright and you seek the ruby red
The silver melts and the the gold is tastless.
The waters are cold, and the sunlight burns.
The great silver moon shines.

The cold shuddering screams ring to aim...
As you know realize, life will never be the same...

You'll live forever an eternity.
To tell the tail of history.
Tales to speak with only one to drink...

It's the midnyte ride.