The Creeping Darkness Pt. 2: Trials of Fire

Not knowing where to go or what to do
I wake up no morning seems new
The same pattern options few
Tension gathers a volcano dormant but building

Memories becoming distant but still present
A time to defend a time to hold back
A glass heated and ready to crack
Disillusioned by a situation beyond my control

Chains coming out of walls with a spear on the end
Pierce and scratch but can they really kill?
A sould driven by a flaming will
A trap a snare set to hang those who trod

Those who search for sacred ground
A ground to be safe and protected from creeping darkness
That darkness which inhabits and poisons every soul within
The demons hide around every corner to prepare to feast

With unnatural swords that are living
Eyes red with jealousy prepare to set forth a tragedy
They smell the blood of those whose locks are easy to pick
In order to cause those individuals to tick

The creeping darkness draws ever near for each trial is but a trial of fire.