There is a road
Where I walk my mile
Leaning into the night above.
There is a road
Where I walk my mile
And the shadows seek to please. 

And near this road
Where I walk my mile
Another walks his own.
He is the sliver of the cheshire moon
In a glory all his own.

Moonspun and tales written
Of the glory of his soul.
Fire and flame can't touch the bone
Of fear's own dynasty. 

He is my shadow
Walking his mile.
He is the second you breathe
The second you don't
And all the things that lie between.

He is a river of muscle alone
Standing in my wildest dreams.
Solace is the predator's eye
When the light settles his scene.

The tables have turned
And he is no longer the follower.
He is my leader.
I am the shadow.
And he's taught me to play the game.

He is the freedom I've always desired.
He is the pain I've always felt.
He is all things that catch afire
Yet the inferno cannot melt.

Somewhere in years that have yet to come
And in songs yet to be sung
He'll march alone
In my wildest dreams
In a glory all his own.