The Cold March towards Eternal Brightness

Βack in my youth, I built a graven image of my ideal self Grisly and colossal, which I've destroyed Its parts I put together and buried under a creek That went into a river that fed a mighty tree And I was content with myself and satisfied For I thought that brave is the one that rebuilds And that the beauty of the vision will be enough To become one with it I believed its time to turn the gaze outwards To speak, to sing, to never stop That I was full of might and wisdom And yet, after a while, my body hurt each night again like old times past... I must fall back into my dreamworld of lightness and allure In the lands of an infinite dreamscape I must ride again To breathe fresh air, to taste sweet fruit, to see wonders of magnitude... A gentle wave pushes my boat into the icy coast Snow covered mountaints around, embracing me with warmth Our fortress standing tall in the horizon, as it once was I see my ancestors clad in mighty red and gold, awaiting on the shore Yet, my hand goes through them as I approach An eerie silence pervades as I return Sorrowed I leave, heading into my solemn sanctuary To breathe again the sweet air of longing and rememberance Το read tomes of glory old, heroic songs of past deeds To drink from magic waters and see the dance of the nymphs As days, nights and epochs pass... I awake from a procession of people in the night They carry my sword which lights their road ahead They stop outside my door and plead to me And then I hear again the breath of the beast A rumble from afar shakes the ground beneath Cracking our fortress I join them and we march into the horizon's end The earth turns barren, a dark horde appears Engulfing all that the eye can see They charge into us with chilling screams and hateful wrath I wage battle, killing thousands with my sword, they fall Like ashen trees from a soft blow of the wind Yet there, in my greatest hour of triumph, everyone vanishes The cacophony of sound turns into defeaning silence A black dawn rises from the mountains Colors, shapes and forms become inversed Words and meanings in my mind suddently alter An infernal river that flows in my veins awakens I am of the same blood as the dark sun Ι see my anger and my pride mirrored on its radiance A voice deep as time speaks. "For millennia spread ideas created by the plight of the slave Who in great numbers sought to destroy everything excellent in man We let them be as long as they promised salvation in dreams But when they set their eyes on the tangible, they acted They have shed light on our temples and the foundation of our empires They fed the beast from the south, until its breath has cracked our walls The greatest truth we kept close, is that there is no God above But it the destiny of those who are strong to become gods Of those few among us, who shall rise through endless war Who will gain the trust of the masses, so that they offer themselves In the altar of our Becoming"