The Path Where No-one Goes

No quarter is given to those who dare tread

Upon our quarter of desolate space,

This path where No One Goes.

Dust clouds, the wind blows life away

The sky above empties of light

The path leads to the abandoned bay

At night.

The wind howls in the ears,

Killing our souls and blowing its death in our eyes,

Long ago we were condemned here

By lies.

The sky grows light, but we have no shelter.

No quarter is given, no quarter we make.

This quarter of hell does not give away.

Just take.

No quarter is given to those who dare tread

Upon our quarter of desolate space.

They choose the path where No One Goes.