Two paths lie ahead, twos paths I may tread.
One will keep my passion fed, the other no one can go in my stead.
And once long ago a wise man read, that foolish children should stay in bed.
If foolish children don't wish for regret.
But I have not felt my own sorrow, nor have I ever been made hollow.
I live and for that the stage is set, for the hatred that I bet,
Lies ahead in a land of darkness, in a land of the heartless.
Both paths lead to the same place, but they do not lead to the same face.
One shows me her siren grace, the other is one I will take in haste.
The stage is now set, everyone make your bet.
Of which stranger will be met, and what choices I will regret.
For two paths lie ahead, now where will I be led?