Borderland, where light and darkness meet. Hidden things exposed by blazing fire. Borderland light falls on hidden sins that I hold so dear, and call by names tat are all false, lies to protect what will destroy me. Borderland in prayer. Borderland I fear, crossroads two ways to walk. Borderland I long for, borderland I fear. Your word the cutting edge, the flashing blade, my flesh trembles, my spirit sings. I fear the most the words I need take my hand that I may lead. what can a dead man lose but rotting flesh?