Outsider

Written by：Josh Davis/Chris James

In the twilight of a time

There emerges a need for man to comprehend his own bitter fate

Finally resigned to the inevitable beyond he searches the ages

Desperate for stories of assurance redemption and hope

Such tales fill page upon page with enough ink

To flood a thousand valleys and drown the tallest tree

But there is one tale that as yet been told

The story of the outsider

Desolate and baron humanities at a crossroads

The people have retreated shuttering their once carefree lives

From unseen enemies which seem to plague not only the physical form

But the innermost thought

Driven by panic compelled by dread

The masses begin to devolve

Once dear neighbours turn wary foes

Brother against brother sister against sister

Achievement and ambition are dismissed

As heretical or worse treasonous

Even nature itself is scorned

Choked with suspicion and fear

Voices do not dare to sing

Nor fingers to play

Imminent defeat is all but assured

But in the darkest hour

Whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness

A being without a name faceless and obscure

Part presence part idea they say

As if the very force they describe has existed for eons

A dormant seed awaiting nourishment

Word of radical acts

Disobedience non compliance spread among the people

At first fearful then defiant as the legend grows

Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams

And tend to cower no more the fury of the people

Whose talent behold as they exact revenge on their captors

Spare neither the repentant nor the bold

Now the fire is lit smouldering in the belly of humanity

It cannot be extinguished for the stories the outsider endure

Even as evidence of its presence is debated with the passing years

Messages dictations warnings

Stories such as these