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 me cry

The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy
Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again
O, this scenery of lost 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 ocean 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 ocean cried - and sailed them far and wide...
...my star shall ever shine

"Homage he has from all - but none from me:
I batle it against his, as I battled in highest heaven - through all etrnity
And the unfathomable gulfs of hades, and the interminable realms of space
And the infinity of endless ages... all, all, will I dispute"