Out upon the field of dreams
Nothing’s ever as it seems
Nothing out here makes much sense
Restlessness, it won’t relent
Promised treasures made of gold
All I found was barren cold
Out here on the empty plains
A hellish acre filled with pain
The wind is frigid, ripping skin
Down to my soul, so deep within
Somehow I knew you told me lies
I saw it written in your eyes
Against myself I found I fell
Let you lead me straight to Hell
There’s broken bodies all around
The laughing winds, a wretched sound
A blind ambition set them wrong
Now they sing The Reaper’s song
I look behind, can’t turn around
There is but one path I have found
It’s the only path that lies ahead
It fills me with a hollow dread
The wind is freezing, bitter cold
And I feel so very old
But there is one thing that I keep
I find it warms me ever deep
I know that once again we’ll meet
And as you’re kneeling in defeat
My gleaming axe is all you’ll see
As I set my vengeance free
I will lift your head up high
I will raise it to the sky
For I will slay you swift and fast
Found my treasure here at last
Run, Demon. Today I come for thee.
© The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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