Clues everywhere Our world. A magical smoke screen No matter how far down the scale we’ve gone Coming down. Wrong side What lies beyond the unknown? your aura led me away from my turbulence at night I hear the cries Swollen eyes start to bleed Despite my weird youth the owl fades away from me to serve the lord I go down on my knees the black owl sings As the night wind blows the magical rustling that brings on the dark dream Balance is the key a magical smoke screen an evil man has a way no matter how clever to the trained eye his way will show itself Is there a reason for a death mask?