Schizoid - Paths Lyrics

Walking on the side of the road
Talking so that no one else hears
They say the walls have ears
So do the trees I fear

Keeping to the thick of the woods
Listening to solemn path
But for the company of three
No one else I long to see

It's now or never
Minds got to keep up
With my aching feet
On this endeavor

They see my every move
I will fall to shadow
If I stray but a little
My steps are as loud as thunder

Their eyes loom over all
Darkness will fall in time
Forgotten spirits of another age
Come to mind in the form of rage

Off on yet another road
Fleeing the dark lord's toads
In the midst of secret things
Cloaked riders and magic rings

It's now or never
Minds got to keep up
With my aching feet
On this endeavor

I feel the worst is still to come
I feel we will not be hear
When the dust has cleared
And all around has disappeared

Got to keep my spirits high
Keep my path straight and narrow
Can't stay here I have to fly
Keep my path straight and narrow