Somewhere Far Beyond

Time What is Time (Revisited)

Theatre of Pain (Revisited)

You wear the scars of a thousand battles, a story often told,
Of how the world conspired to leave your spirit cold.
A permanent casualty in the theatre of regret,
Crying foul on the hand that dealt the cards you claim you’ve never met.
But if you look into the gloom, past the curtain you have drawn,
Sometimes the architect of ruin is the face that greets the dawn.

Oh, the glass you look right through, it’s a window to the soul,
And the venom that you spit doesn't make the other whole.
It’s a rumour from your headspace, a truth you hold so dear,
A reflection of your burden, your private storm of fear.
Every judgment cast in stone, every finger that you point,
It’s a mirror, my dear friend, showing just your heart's disjoint.

You see the villain in the shadow, the darkness that must fall,
A puppet master pulling strings to ensure you lose it all.
But every word that’s spoken, every cutting, sharp critique,
It tells a tale of what you think and feel and what you seek.
It’s not the subject that is stained, it is the canvas of the mind,
A self-constructed prison where your truest self you bind.

Oh, the glass you look right through, it’s a window to the soul,
And the venom that you spit doesn't make the other whole.
It’s a rumour from your headspace, a truth you hold so dear,
A reflection of your burden, your private storm of fear.
Every judgment cast in stone, every finger that you point,
It’s a mirror, my dear friend, showing just your heart's disjoint.
Bridge
(Slightly softer, contemplative)
It's a bitter truth to swallow, but the bad choices serve the good,
A necessary gradient, often misunderstood.
For every bright side shining, there’s a shadow you must face,
A dark side that is vital to give the light its proper place.
You need the wrong to know the right, the fall to know the rise,
And that strange, confusing balance is what makes us human and wise.

It’s all required, you see... a choice, however it may seem.
The shadow and the light... the shattered and the dream.
A window to the soul...
...Your window to the soul.
Your soul…

WINDOW TO THE SOUL by ARGYTACT 2025

Time What is Time (Revisited)

Blind Guardian