The scriptures

This is the dawn of the final unveiling,
This is the path that guides us alone,
This is the torture, unrelenting,
I am the force which shatters your throne.

Black is the fire which burns up above us,
Taught are the knots which restrain every move,
Deep are the eyes which shall swallow you wholly,
Dashed are the hopes which once carried us through.

High is the mountain which none have yet conquered,
Bright are the lanterns they'll shine in your eyes,
Dark is the sun of eternities slumber,
Harsh are the webs of their intricate lies.

Gone are the memories of pain and of sorrow,
Dormant lie feelings of aching remorse,
For this is the dawning - a brand new awakening,
This is the river, run down the wrong course.