Foreigner

All along the dark and forbidden way

I can I can feel their eyes and see their arcane thrones

So between my steps I rest to gather up my strength

I must keep pushing onward

Under swirling moons and galaxiesIn the presence of ancients, beckoning to me

And I fear to be their conduit and lose myself

In the shadowShifting path, that makes it hard to tread my way

Wastes my strength, takes my breath

For the purpose of erosion of my will to carry on

And steals the fire from my blood

Lost within the shade, I call out for a helping hand