This stair I now climb, what has it brought me?
As I wander my mind, I find things anew.

Endless black chambers throughout my own soul,
have beckoned me onward, to where I don't know

I percieve through the darkness strange shapes, but what for?
I see planets, and people, and things uncontrol

as I wander the stair stretching throughout this chamber,
I find I see beauty, and wonder, but danger.

What dwells here, I wonder? What dwells here, I fear?
Is something now watching me, is something that near?

And I now see these daggers, they that fly through the night,
I see blades of all sizes, suspended in the blight.

But why are they here? What has my mind to do with them?
Is their some strange, inner feeling that does not do with me?

These stairs I now wander, they lead me through the night,
and I now Dream of Daggers, and my soul is contrite.