Ancient Dreams

Mark how our shadow, Mark Movits mom frere One small darkness encloses How gold and purple that shovel there To rags and rubbish disposes Charon beckons from tumultuous waves Then trice this ancient digger of graves For thee ne'er grapeskin shall gli

Mirror, mirror upon the wall Magic demon eye A realm of madness Awakened by the call Speak the ancient words of mages Try to take control The essence of evil, A challenge for your soul The battle of minds The riddle the rhymes Beware of the darkness