Prevod: Drakonske. Prolog: Gracefallen.
(Instrumental)
World has melted into flow of thoughts Secret hopes are hidden inside my maelstrom Pale face in the depths of reality For ever and ever, Life's a stroll
In craving for the second sight I possess the privilege of pain perpetual motion of perpetual unrest never ending search for the innermost ring realms
Like wept mother, so wept son entered the world not welcomed tears shed in pain never dry all my days I behold her cry "Nothing you say worth hearing
[(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor] And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos
I searched You there in the reek of the night In my hour of need You bereaved me of thy consolation Mercy I sought I never found in you Where were you
O'youth seek not others for you're seeking hell waste not young life in vain Sight of flesh so tender only brings heartache and pain It's all mirage
No lord no other than mine. No me without my lord Out of lord deliverance. Deliverance of Golden Cage No evil not without lust. No lust not without need
Love built this passion Wrath wrought it strong Know your place, noble one Go harvest Babylon Can't hold down this cardinal pain cannot bear this searing
