Symphony X

Through eerie reach of ancient woods
where lumbering mists arise
I journey for nines moons of the year
to where a land of legend lies
Deep within a stony lamp-lit hall
under falling grains of sand
Magic eyes glance magic pages
turned by magic hands
And as he spoke I watched in awe
A God's aura in his eyes
Master of all
Darkness fall - Spirits arise
Lord of Storms - Blacken the skies