Walk with me into this wretched place
to sift through refuse left behind by careless gods
heaped upon the altars we built to them
and strewn over the halls of their cathedrals...
I saw you as you once were
a reflection in a blade raised against the night
a being of moonlight in a distant world
smiling to yourself at some mystery...
Almost the dark of night is deep enough
for this garden of secrets to be planted
Soil rich in sorcery waits beneath the fruiting tree
ready to embrace the broken seeds...
Feed my soul the pieces of a shattered sky
The sweetwater stars like funeral wine
paint visions of ruin across the empty night
until the bottle runs dry...
Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes
It comes crawling over sands that move like water
to this harbor in the dry mountains
bent on awakening the forgotten ways...
Those images that come at the edge of waking
weave lies I believe with all my heart
only for a moment before the supports break
pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea...
You were never lost to the mist of dead time
You went there willingly, triumphant in defeat
With a voice of thunder crying out over fields of drought...