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 recognize the faces of my friends and hear the call \"Come journey, journey with me through the darkest hour\"