The Early Days

Look by the window, how the days have changed
Take me inside, where it once began
There by that cave, take a look inside
Lament those days, when inside the forest
Chaotic darkness smiles upon the premonitory priest
Walking down the path of no return
Perennial journey into the depths of the time
Perpetual torture for the inmates and gatekeepers
Preserve, the undying elixir from the severed mountains
Pray for His death.
Come back again, rise from the dust
We need them back, The Early Days.

Look outside, at the morning fog
Take a step inside, beneath the surface
There under the Earth, a red mist of blood
Lit by your hopes, enraged by your thoughts
Chase them through the maze, that was your fire
Weep them for they deserve, that inferno; your messiah
By the end of the past, dissolve into your shadow,
Black.
Bequeath unto me, the face of your nemesis
Before the forests turn, ridden with nightmares
Return once again, appear at my command
We need them back, The Early Days.