Sentenced

(now flee...)
I flee... back to the time when man was true
I see... life as it was meant for me
On this trail I meet my ancestors
On this trail I find their wisdom
From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection
Born - in the wrong century
Torn - to a wrong reality
A winter chill - A frozen, dead reality
A blackened will - A strange, macabre certainty
Pagan roots!
Heathen life!
if life was... EPIC !
My heart belongs to the past