Blood Of The Ancients – Dagon – letras

Once I was stranded in my prideMy vision blind by the scope of all things prescribedThen by the words of a contemplative mindMy dreams took flight and the sage within me thrivedWhat once with certainty I had considered mythFiction gone amiss, the stuff of the abyssI see as more than tales men whisper in the nightThe truth will come to flight and proof will come with sightTo the ends of the earthTo a place where dreams make berthI feel the blood of ancients swimming through my veinsA call to see what they have seenA faith in dreams and visions in my soul ingrainedCould I believe what they believed?Once the envy of my peersMy new conviction have resigned me to their jeersI must stand up to my fearsLest I be consumed for years, the path to me is clearBy providence alone ride to the marches and beyondWhere few have gone I’ll travel onUntil I find the legends that men have lostConsigned to memory, cast aside as zeus or thothOnward I ride to the west and to the eastTo seek the proof I need and my torment’s surceaseVerities confound me as a stag eludes a houndBut I’ll have my vindication and tell of what I’ve found