Hidden Shrine from Greystone by Nuclear Winter

Let not the dark,
its prying ghosts peer on my retreat,
and see the fragments of a broken lie
scattered at my feet.

I fashioned it, that idol of my own,
of metal strange and bright;
I made my toy - I made my toy a god.
I raised a throne to honour my delight.

My steps turned ever to the hidden shrine;
Unaware, my soul dwelt only in that spot divine,
And now a wreck lies there.

This haunted pathway of the grove was lit
with lamps my hand had trimmed,
Before the altar in the midst of it
I kept their flame undimmed.

My steps turned ever to the hidden shrine;
Unaware, my soul dwelt only in that spot divine,
And now a wreck lies there.

My steps turned beyond the heavy trees,
and in the east the day is heralded.
When dawn is spread
I shall have gathered up my heart's desire,
I shall have forged a sword in a deathless fire.

• Metal
• modern melodic death metal
• Harare