stranger in me
stare at the mirror stuck in a trance .
heard him say "so what's the plan."
snapped out to a cold glance,
reached to me with old hands,
I'm young though so it's a lot to take in.
my eyes must be mistaken,
not seeing clear.
my minds f*cked, the fall of a Dagon.
heard the trumpets, I've seen their spears.
they say you're gone, "you've dissapeard."
thought I died? but somewhere near.
there's reasons why I have no fear,
don't you cry they're almost here.