Ye Gate

Something cast from mistere
Something cast from the void
Oh mighty young one caught up alone
Observe the rite that’s been done

I’ve seen the writings
I’ve seen the pilgrims sing (to the chant of the rising)
I’ve seen it all
I’ve seen the angels fall
I’m the one that’ll stand for all

And the stone arose before those
Who’s rites were to beware
Higher and higher
Fear from pain
The silence has broken into flames of the ground
Fear from pain
And the old ones will awake will unbound

Rising, I turned to face whatever attacker had come
Nearest me, though I was unarmed
To my surprise
What I saw was no priest of ancient horror
No necromancer of that forbidden art
But black robes fallen upon the grass and weeds
With no seeming presence of life or bodies
Beneath them

I’ve seen the dying
I ran back to the hill
They were gone
I was all alone
Just before the stone

Serpent byatis arose before those
Who’s rites were to beware
Higher and higher
I’ve heard the voices
I’ve seen the elder signs
I’m the one
My search had began
I’ll wander beyond

And my knowledge had grown before those
Who’s rites were to beware
Higher and higher