I died in a dungeon dark and damp and all
After the sight was taken from my head
So typical of my family
I've gone crazy here
Slowly but surely the light came back
He brought me drawings that could free me
Came I to a lighthouse and a hermit's life
My glory yet before me
I left on a stormy day into the sea
A rickshaw vessel beneath my feet
My will was to make small changes in the scenery
I command my surroundings
I went in search of my fair Avalon
My mind's eye hazy but mine eyes could see
The pieces falling in familiarity
I remember her
I see it in their faces but I'm not the man they remember
Time has changed me, I can't explain it
It's written in their gazes, they know the beast that lurks underneath
So afraid they try to hide it from me but I will not abandon this post willingly
I lead me an army out onto the black road
I fought the demons up unto their gate
Came I to the goat-head man, he cackled gleefully
Said I created him