the lore of elders passes judgement on this waste

and finding me or them does lack accepting fate

and as the moments pass another face arrives

we watch them come and go with speed of passing clouds



forbidden fruits of dreams that rule our thoughts my love

of lands untouched and ways to come always maybe

but choking on promises meant for the deal

thinking again the darkest hour before the dawn



confirming fears that from the dawn of time have been

retracing footsteps in dark chambers of grey lands

and through the madness through the terror we must pass

as if awaiting sunlight that may never come



in time we face ourselves with all our faults and fears

now that i know the final conflict is within

i recognise the faces of my friends and hear the call

"come journey, journey with me through the darkest hour