The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled

Once again arcane rain fell - cold, sorrowful and so frail

O, those weeping times, all of my life's a lie

An endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold my cry



The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy

Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again

O, this scenery of loss always present within me

Afar into the obscure I wish I now could soar



Even though he stole my pride - I stand above his lies

Even though I oceans cried - and sailed them far and wide

...my star shall ever shine



Drifting endlessly deep in darkened streams;

The inharmonious looms

In my doleful ocean lies the love I've lost...

...for heaven, my sorrow



Devour my soul as I enter the dark and cold

Fallen from heaven's domains - god's vengeance unfolds

This scenery of loss, a ruined empire of dismay;

A pathway of decay leading afar and always astray.



Even though he stole my pride - I stand above his lies

Even though I oceans cried - and sailed them far and wide...

...my star shall ever shine



"Homage he has from all - but non from me...

I battle it against him, as I battled in highest heaven - through all eternity,

And the unfathomable gulfs of hades, and the interminable reals of space,

And the infinity of endless ages... all, all, will I dispute"