Ordeal

I am the architect, murderer of intrinsic values
 Poet of the unknown tongues, the only witness of the deities' visions
 And I hear the assailants drawing nigh
 Breaching through these gates of old
 Inside these halls of dying stone, a summoning of incantation.
 A cosmic beast emerging; I know the answers now
 Timeless hunter, the beast of scourge
 Will not let the images die in vain
 A perfect window of opportunity as no man could suspect my actions to come
 A plot forged in fear of casualties, in fear of the end, the end of myself
 But the parasites crawl inside
 The fragile gestalt I shaped
 With these thoughtful acts of violent rage
 I will save us from the towering waves
 A true display of rational surmise
 Ending the chapter too blithe and naïve
 Please, discern that I won't feel touched as these actions craft my fate
 Fear not these wayfaring forces which you are to outsmart
 Let the poison seep away, let the hunter beast sleep within
 Without the sordid pleas
 I decry all that I've rid
 And I reach further towards the stars
 Without the lament diseased
 I harvest what I once sowed
 And let the fate unfold
 I let the fate unfold
 I can uphold this chaos...
 Please, design me for these decaying scenes
 My hours without the sun
 All I want is answers
 Peripheries of power dying in these hands of mine
 Hands covered in blood of the once-verdant life
 As the structures fail, as the pillars crumble beneath
 I'm forced to forget these methods, procedures honed by the past
 I pay the progress with my blood
 Progress abandoned in the end
 When all I hear and all I see is nothing but veils, veils in the night
 I'm treading onward with desperate pace, falling over time and time again
 When everything's lost I rebuild it all
 To keep this passion inbound
 I have to fight all alone
 As my life is foreshadowed by the dying days
 By the dying days
 Then I saw myself beyond the wall
 "This is no wall for the barriers lie inside your head"
 Standing on the crossroads I wish to return home
 "Are you sure you want to die? For I know you cannot live without me"
 The archives must never be burned, these books and scriptures of old
 Fear not these waves of endless ocean, fear not their towering figures
 Don't let the sun go down in your heart, my child
 Lest fear and woe follow in your wake
 But we all will drown
 These words I've once heard before in childhood
 Words I once said to myself, the future me:
 "Don't let the sun go down in your heart, my child
 Lest fear and woe follow in your wake"