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More random ramblings from some corner of my skull.
I've not yet made full sense of it, perhaps I will in time.
I've not yet made full sense of it, perhaps I will in time.
Thus spake the priest-
In these hallowed halls, where darkness gleams,
Wherein lies the master, sleeping his dreams.
In the deep of his mind the spark does kindle,
As he waits for yon hope to dwindle.
In these caverns, where light is forsaken,
Where hope is folly, and truth mistaken,
There he stalks he, ancient and sly,
Skulking ever under the Darkened sky.
He weaves his webs of lies and despair,
Clouds the mind like a quick mean snare,
Wherefore his will? Wither his goal?
Why this one and what his role?
Where the scowling shadows flee,
When the demon's cage is free,
When the will of gods is no longer strong,
An' there be He, all along.
His time will come, his Kingdom will rise,
His empire great, and freedom dies,
Anew shall begun the nightmare's reign,
And we shall know terror, yet again.
Thus speaks the bard
When the sun does fall and night comes cold,
When the fires comfort no men, young nor old,
When Winter howls its grisly wail,
And demons float o'er hill and vale,
Then 'tis time of thunder and ruin,
Of eerie chill and courage ungluin'.
But the tales I know and the lays I tell,
Upon one thing do they truly dwell,
Life goes on, evil nothwithstanding,
Nor has life endured peace longstanding,
No Force can forever seek to frighten,
And in time, even darkness will brighten.
In these hallowed halls, where darkness gleams,
Wherein lies the master, sleeping his dreams.
In the deep of his mind the spark does kindle,
As he waits for yon hope to dwindle.
In these caverns, where light is forsaken,
Where hope is folly, and truth mistaken,
There he stalks he, ancient and sly,
Skulking ever under the Darkened sky.
He weaves his webs of lies and despair,
Clouds the mind like a quick mean snare,
Wherefore his will? Wither his goal?
Why this one and what his role?
Where the scowling shadows flee,
When the demon's cage is free,
When the will of gods is no longer strong,
An' there be He, all along.
His time will come, his Kingdom will rise,
His empire great, and freedom dies,
Anew shall begun the nightmare's reign,
And we shall know terror, yet again.
Thus speaks the bard
When the sun does fall and night comes cold,
When the fires comfort no men, young nor old,
When Winter howls its grisly wail,
And demons float o'er hill and vale,
Then 'tis time of thunder and ruin,
Of eerie chill and courage ungluin'.
But the tales I know and the lays I tell,
Upon one thing do they truly dwell,
Life goes on, evil nothwithstanding,
Nor has life endured peace longstanding,
No Force can forever seek to frighten,
And in time, even darkness will brighten.
