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.