Ancient Skin

In these nights of magic Where great pain is obscured By the fantasy dragon made real By the powers of lingering trauma I looked behind the dawn of day Beyond the angstridden faces Into the mind captured behind Living the lie of the weakened ones I captured the moment given I denied the sickening love Turned to the purity of anger I saw myself in the abyss Complete fullness I now own I return to earth a demonrace Denied by man through ages Now I walk the dying soil Attrocities turned beauty Machines of torture turned art Beneath your cities I sleep At dawn I weep