Within a slumber deep and dark
I journey through a memory lost
A barren landscape dry and stark,
Burned by fire, crushed by frost
I stumble on the ancient walls
Of a once forbidden state,
And wander through the empty halls
That held their history of hate.
Silent slabs of melted flesh
Are bent upon the giants back,
A golden thread, a silver mesh,
A jewel encrusted iron wrack.
The sun falls to these weeping lands
That stretch their stamen to the sky
And in an instant lays it hands
Upon the fields that pray to die.
The moon in all her glorious might
Shines forth upon a world that's dead
And in the glimmer of her light
The angel bows his weary head.
She whispers in the vales of death
Beyond the pinnacles of fire
And with her last remaining breath
She weaves her magic of desire.
The dry and trembling mountain side
Is cast upon a wilted lake
And where the sweetened waters
Hide begins to wither and to quake.
The molten image where I walk
Is nurtured in this aching night
And as the rocks begin to talk
The dragon spreads his wings in flight.
I float across a sea of light
That hides the dream I left behind,
And wonder in these depths of night
What nightmare visions I may find.