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»