The time had come, I ‘d reached the stairs
As deception fell, I took the dare
But I didn’t know what I had to do
No one but the scarabs knew

A point in space, a point in time
A ‘chaoslace’, an offbeat rhyme
Another way to describe something
That can never be explained

The trees fell into themselves
The water spoke, as nature swells
The ascent continued indefinitely
And the wolf, he came along with me

Positive and negative
A knot in time, a loop of thread
A group of stars in infinity
A thought in vain, if you can’t see

The patterns fell, the scarabs weaved
Like Prometheus, the fire retrieved
But it’s a long way down
I must endure the fall to reach the ground

As the seventh order falls
And you must flee those marble halls
Will you fade away
Or will you salvage another day?

Me and the wolf, we parted ways
So I still live in measured days
But he always waits for me
The spiral stairway will always be

As the seventh order falls
And you must flee those marble halls
Will you fade away
Or will you salvage another day?