I love my freedom. And speaking out of my mind. I can see how that could get somebody down. Tho' you can't always see them. You can feel their vicious vibes.
Searching for answers still unfound. Words and lies keep going round. Will I find the golden way?. Feeling lied, feeling betrayed. . The times I've tried, the times I've cried.
Breaking the silence: lonely screams that can't be heard. Casting the shadows, in your mind his spoken word. Famine and wars, prophecies are said and done.
Man or a myth, I've been shaped by the hands of the master. Fiction or fraud, my path has been laid in this manner. Pride of creation, a god in the eyes that would view me.
[To the Memory of Frank Belknap Long (1901-1994)]. [Inspired by his tales "The Flame Of Life" and "Giants In The Sky"]. . [Intro Acoustic Lead: Perry].
[Inspired by the tale "The Fortress Unvanquishable Save For Sacnoth" by Lord Dunsany]. . Night is the enemy men falsely perceive. Chasing pale spectres through a world within dreams.
Super god or so he claims. Making is living off of you. Addiction from the goods you receive. He knows what his poison can do. Lifestyle means nothing more.
Twist the world to fit the mold of what you think is right. Colors of the rainbow are really black and white. Clutching at the straws of faith, you're hanging by a thread.
[To the Memory of H. P. Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith and Frank Belknap Long]. . I'm Obscure, the shadow black. Alone I walk on the shunned path. Centuries mine, reveal the past.