Chains unheeded, rattle still None know slavery but the fool He thinks himself, above all else free, and not the darkness's tool Depart from me, hungry ghosts nightmares of the past I banish thee from this house From my mind at last But all the same, the wounds, they haunt me still like those demons of days long gone by And sleep finds me weary yet with worries that won't die And on occasion at the deep grave of night when all is dead and calm the horrors of old terrors shrieking back like a wave crashing upon my mind, vivid as the bleak cold dawn So the chains, heavy once, but light with many years find me still a prisoner each fresh night of ancient shadows and the things that lurk within them horrors worse than fear