Towards The Sanctuary

I am he that move in the valleys

Of the damned, making haste

Persistent like the rasps at chains of the world

Into perpetual dementia the crossroads twirl

Here at the eye of the storm

But from an unusual tree my cane was cut

And it is ever by my side

Wherever leads the trail

Whatever burden that oppress the heart

Where sorrows thrive

And shadows linger everlasting

On vacant thrones

Behold a river aflow

Winding and twisting, back to its source

There goes our way

Through everlasting decay

To where the temple stands eternally

Ours is a path of power

Edged by the remmants of the slain

Long have we walked upon it

But ours is the patience of the pilgrim

Who journeys against the tide

Ever towards the sanctuary

Beyond the shores of life and death

For it has made me a defier of every law

That robs my kind of liberty and grace

I am he that move in the valleys of the damned

And none shall lessen my pace

Besieged, expired and undone

The waste, from whence I am gone

Behold the last of stars ascend

To mark the return

To the night without end

Where goes our way

Through everlasting decay

To where, the temple stands eternally

In words, in deed

In scars that ever bleed

On towards the sanctuary forever

Ours in triumph and eternal death