Let me tell you a story
A tale of the bold
Let me show you a picture
Of the world gone cold

It starts as a pattern
That turns to a shape
Then changes forever
An eternal landscape

When first I met you
The face had no name
But I know I know you
Your soul still the same

And when I showed you the pattern
You looked away
Then he showed you the shape
I could not stay

I tried to protect you
To save the way
But I saw the pattern
That led you astray

I had no power
to stop the flood
My life was enough
but only for one

Two was to many
For the blood of the lamb
Two was to many
And one would be damned

I tried to save you
But I had to leave
I found the truth
In what you believe

The pattern had changed
The shape became real
The final trump sounded
And broke the last seal

Now as I see you
And what you believe
I am the shape
And the pattern is me