The age of the golden goat

A fugitive glance
Of the past enchants
The inquisitive mind

But the dark flows over
And shadows cover
The dusty screeds,
The heroic deeds,

Till the eyes are blind
And the thoughts go out
In a mist of doubt.

"you old, old ages of gold,
Flaming forth
Light from the north,
Hell is on earth
Out of the black
Where the years mingle,
Give us a single
Glimpse back."

Solo: necrodevil