Light folds into this place,
as all have turned to face,
the measure of their faith.
But this unpleasant wraith,
shrieking, howling, and crying,
is forever trying,
and shall bring to this place,
a truth as thin as lace,
and many shall see,
that all will be,
in this place again,
looking into this fen.
And it will see the light unfold,
again it will go to the days of old,
then night will fall,
and the days will return to all.
A time when it sold its soul,
Fore the merest bit of a whole
A deal with Lucifer
his foes he interred
He was unstoppable in his greed,
unquenchable in his need
and forever led the way,
until one day.
He woke to and felt a loss
his conscience had been tossed,
onto an ever burning fire,
a towering eternal pyre.
The lack he felt that morning,
drove him to this eternity of mourning.
Plunged from a rampart
to escape being torn apart.
And now he waits for the light,
to return his might.
And the numb shall know what is to come,
The past and the future being one,
and the wraith will show the way,
knowing all there is to say,
And the truth of the night,
Will come back to bite,
Until the cycle breaks,
and from this dream we wake.