What a vision of darkness, creeps in with
Desperate sharpness, lecherous grafting
Of knowledge to my young mortal subconscious
Words writ by breath of the ancients
Wiser than even the pagans, or the wizened
Old men with wands and white beards
That once were ensconced in my pages

Obfuscated by doom, and laden with arduous
Tasks are the pathways laid out for the lot of us
Mages and witches and princes and maids, pages
With inches of space for mistakes
I am the beast, I am the light, I am
The blighted being cursed with sight
I am the God who created a world, I am leviathan, the girl

I can do it on my own, but you're a hero after all
And we may think our sacrifice is just but
Pride comes right before the fall
The cascade of rain on my needles, a hand grasping
Tight to the bottle, of a woman with untapped potential
The ennui of too late and too little

Our failures have made, a bridge for success
If our game is half played, then who's played the rest of it?
Heroes we were in a universe doomed
Soldiers in battles best left un-exhumed
I am the beast, I am the light
I am the blighted being cursed with sight
I am the God who created a world, I am leviathan, the girl

And I can do it on my own
We can do it on our own
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam