Prisoner of the Past Lyrics

Run! Flee! As if the hounds of hell
Are at your heels
Far away to escape the
Inquisition's steel
Northward bound, to the lands
Of my ancestors
Where the followers of Jesu
Will be turned away by pagan swords

Turning back, through the pages
Of antiquity
Scavenging through the wreckage
Of a history
Of a people and a culture
Crushed under the heels
Lost to lore, for all time
This fading legacy

Chorus:

And it's plain to me that I will never live to learn my history
Regret and rage is all I have to bear
Among the crumbling ruins of the past
Will I find what I'm looking for?
My gods, my people to be found nowhere

Travel through these forgotten lands
Feel the futile steel in my hands
Long ruined are cities of old
Abandoned, destroyed all so long ago

Far away, to the land of my ancestors
Lost to me, are the secrets of the past
Never will I reclaim that which was stolen from me
Lost to me, is the one thing that I need to be complete!

Guitar solo (Scott Breustedt)