The Gathering

Imago dei The meaning stays hollow and vague Encrypted are these words of old It is a play An incensation for foolish dreamers This age of not knowing is endless Its reign is eternal Thus, there is a way There must be Disgraceful suffering That might be to their liking I was promised truth But our league is broken Your passion for these... These earth creepers... It is beyond compare They still insist on blaming me Though it is him Who stole the light I believed in the power of the throne Yes, we once were protectors Guardians But that is long gone by We are myth Not more than a myth Go Curse the world For what we are Is what we are Our true nature is not off matter Resistance shall be thine Your wish It shall be granted This battle is not over, yet