The Age of the Golden Goat

Sadogoat

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A fugitive glance
Of the past enchants
The inquisitive mind;

But the dark flows over
And shadows cover
The dusty screeds,
The heroic deeds,

Till the eyes are blind
And the thoughts go out
In a mist of doubt.

"you old, old ages of gold,
Flaming forth
Light from the north,
Hell is on earth;
Out of the black
Where the years mingle,
Give us a single
Glimpse back."

Solo: necrodevil