The Idolized - Potentiam

We, those of the idolized

Always stream forward

Like an endless current

Running nowhere at all

It leads us forwards

Presence at times so clear

it seems to see and hear

As the ever present matter

Are they dark or grey?

Who can really tell?

The snake seems harmless

Right until the end

And now we welcome you,

The idolized one

Who may spoil my soul

Wipe it clean and good

Now we welcome you,

The idolized one

Whispers in dark places

When you visit those within

Now we welcome you,

The idolized one

We who walk as guardians

As the dark in a grey world

Now we welcome you,

The idolized one