Dispossessed
by Iron Age· from Sleeping Eye
The Arcana has led me farther, for if I'm left
to wander then I'll roam
I'm taken too long for return, the
knowledge in these words is mine alone
Once below, now beyond
Ascending in time
The entrance I seek
Is the Hidden Divine
Towers of untold height are anchored
in the sign of hell beneath
If I ignore them, they will pass. Dispossessed
by all I used to need
Once below, now beyond
Ascending in time
The entrance I seek
Is the Hidden Devine, I wait for the name...
A badland home where death won't come
Doubt becomes religion
The veiled truth is my plague
The Lord of my own rapture
The thirst is my penance
I drink from the Cup
The Lord of my own rapture