DAGON LYRICS

1. The Nameless

Nightfall is the hour that shrouds him.
Knowing what he knows, see what he's seen.
He seeks out a substance to cloud him,
and should some wayward traveler pass upon his way.
He'll tell them a tale, and it's always the same.
No man can name what's not meant to be named.

A mist at his eye,
a catch in his throat.
Psychosis embodied,
barely a man, yet not quite a ghost.

There is no name.
There is no name for the thing that's not meant to be named.

Sorrow and madness in one,
an unseemly aura about him.
Ragged in sight and reeking of ale,
his detractors find reason to doubt him.
The sea, he says, is boiling with sin like some vast sunken Sodom.
And he laughs not at the jest that the
devil himself doth reside at the bottom.

One thousand grips do rise,
stronger than timber or canvas of ship.
Cries to lovers, gods, and mothers.
Issue from men, the last word on their lips.

2. Blood Of The Ancients

Once I was stranded in my pride,
my vision blind by the scope of all things prescribed.
Then by the words of a contemplative mind,
my dreams took flight and the sage within me thrived.

What once with certainty I had considered myth,
fiction gone amiss, the stuff of the abyss.
I see as more than tales men whisper in the night,
the truth will come to flight and proof will come with sight.

To the ends of the Earth,
to a place where dreams make berth.

I feel the blood of ancients swimming through my veins,
a call to see what they have seen.
A faith in dreams and visions in my soul ingrained;
could I believe what they believed?

Once the envy of my peers,
my new conviction have resigned me to their jeers.
I must stand up to my fears,
lest I be consumed for years, the path to me is clear.

By providence alone ride to the marches and beyond,
where few have gone I'll travel on.
Until I find the legends that men have lost,
consigned to memory, cast aside as Zeus or Thoth.

Onward I ride to the west and to the east,
to seek the proof I need and my torment's surcease.
Verities confound me as a stag eludes a hound,
but I'll have my vindication and tell of what I've found.

3. Where Captains Fear To Sail

Cadence of hooves in sundry meters,
marks my progress on this long forsaken road.
Would I that their gait should double
a thundering march to be recalled in futures odes?

Anticipation burning
like a fire that can't be tamed.
Driven on by the yearning.
All else falls away in the flames.
I can see it now, my destination drawing nigh.

On my way, to a place shrouded in mystery,
composed of sailor's dreams whispered on the wharfs.
On my way, will myth become forgotten history?
Legends tell what maps deny, secrets lurking in the north.

Every tavern, every town,
tells its version of the tale.
To the north there lies a sound
where even captains fear to sail.

Sweet nepenthe of the truth,
a liquor of the highest proof.
Vindication is as wine,
in crucibles it's deemed refined.
And e'er it's drunk, a taste divine.

4. Land Of Phantoms

Through scores of miles and defeats I had traveled,
with weary heart and bones.
Hoping mysteries would be unraveled,
discovering nothing but quandaries and unknowns.
Finally at the limits of mettle,
the cursed place I'd found.
A preternatural silence left me unsettled.
The denizens uttered no words and made no sound.

This land of phantoms, this village of the damned.
One thousand eyes upon me, a foreigner in this aberrant land.
This land of phantoms, this village of the damned.
On vindication's quest I'll persevere, so ancient enigmas man may understand.

A sea of empty visages and eyes
were to greet me at my ingress.
My queries drew belligerent replies,
this damnable rabble was seemingly possessed.
The village called for my immediate departure,
in a singular chorus.
Acting as a hive minded creature,
with the eyes of Argos and cyclopean focus.

I must unearth the secrets hidden in this land,
buried beneath eternal dreams and the sand.
I'll continue my search under cover of the night,
bringing these nautical enigmas to the light.
Those who thought me mad shall see me overcome,
I would have my triumph in this wretched land of phantoms.

By night I scoured the Atlantic shore,
with certainty of my cause.
The villager's silence told a terrible story,
but my quest nears completion, I will not withdraw.

Written in these ancient sands,
a thousand tales of old.
Despite the villager's attempts to silence me,
the stories will be told.

5. The Triton's Daughter

One night by a pallid moon, at a grotto by the sea,
my eyes beheld a sight now carved into my mind eternally.
Raven locks, lily skin, the ample curves of womanhood,
but with a tail of oceankind, the legends then I understood.

Forbidden longing, two worlds were never meant to pair.
Passion culled by siren song drifting on the ocean air.
Daughter of the lonely deep, there is no home we both can share,
a love that cannot be, yet somehow it has come to bear.

Languishing in solitude without her,
fixating on the vision of ocean mists about her.
Languishing in solitude without her,
My bosom holds but half a heart without the triton's daughter.

Fool, I said, within my mind, this love can't truly be,
for you, the son of land-born man, and she the child of the rolling sea.
But then my reason fell away beneath the soaring song of heart,
she and I, my heart declared, shall tie as one and never part.

But off the shore I thought I saw a luminescent eye,
in a flicker it was gone and so I cast it from my mind.
Foolish and myopic, I'm now haunted by the sight,
it would undo the things I sought and cast my being into the night.

Doomed from the start,
a love maligned by land and sea.
Born of the heart,
despite what others say should be.
I hold no regrets,
'tis better to have loved and lost,
but I shan't forget,
my love, my life, the dreadful cost.







DAGON LYRICS