The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveilednOnce again arcane rain fell - cold, sorrowful and so frailnO, those weeping times, all of my life's a lienAn endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold my crynnThe affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedynLachrymose is the light - touching the buried againnO, this scenery of loss always present within menAfar into the obscure I wish I now could soarnnEven though he stole my pride - I stand above his liesnEven though I oceans cried - and sailed them far and widen...my star shall ever shinennDrifting endlessly deep in darkened streams;nThe inharmonious loomsnIn my doleful ocean lies the love I've lost...n...for heaven, my sorrownnDevour my soul as I enter the dark and coldnFallen from heaven's domains - god's vengeance unfoldsnThis scenery of loss, a ruined empire of dismay;nA pathway of decay leading afar and always astray.nnEven though he stole my pride - I stand above his liesnEven though I oceans cried - and sailed them far and wide...n...my star shall ever shinennHomage he has from all - but non from me...nI battle it against him, as I battled in highest heaven - through all eternity,nAnd the unfathomable gulfs of hades, and the interminable reals of space,nAnd the infinity of endless ages... all, all, will I dispute