Strange Æons

One of the oldest and strongest emotions
Of mankind is fear
And one of the oldest and strongest fears
Is the fear of the unknown
I wander through the valley of sands
Every step descends to madness
As my consciousness begins to bend
These voices tear me into the dark
Unrelenting in their focus
As their claws tear my mind apart
I wake up in a cold sweat
Down upon my knees
Within the shadow of an obelisk
Now I see
The purpose of the presence
Is to make my flesh an offering
Shadows cast by spectres
Floating in the wind
Draw me closer to the statue
I must wake the dreaming one again
Touch the stone
Feel the ground start to break
Once a desert now an island I inhabit
As the ocean takes it place
Rise from the depths
Bringer of destruction
Take is offering
My body is your vessel
Clouded thought distort my vision
Slowly pulsing light reveals a city
Of nightmares from beyond the outer reaches
It seems against my will I'm moving forward
To reach the structures looming in the distance
A sepulchure of broken minds
Broken minds