Part I: The Journey of 1000 Lifetimes The song of a whisper in my ears Flows from the wind that doth cry softly I yearned to be the master of the mountains The king of the winds The emperor of the seas The ruler of the fires beneath In nomine domini mei infernus I sang a madrigal to the wind Aeolian harps joined in Apollo played a dirge of sorrow On his flute I wandered through the forest Alone like the wandering wolf Where day turns to night and night to day The summer's death, autumn rain The journey of 1000 lifetimes No lust for all that I've left behind To be the envy of all of mankind To be the ruler for all of time From the dark you shall see My Lustrous azure gaze That harkens to the sapphire Part II: Lifetime of 1000 journeys I've crossed the sands of time The mountains that drape my mind Beyond where all hope had lied Where all sorrow and joy had died I have seen the lesser Gods die By the sword of Sathanas In the courtyard in the solitude of the moon The song of summer ended And the aria of autumn began I desired not paradise For I abhor the bitter taste of a crumbling Elysium I desired not the heavens For the gods poisoned my fate with the waters of woe I desired not the quench of happiness For I loathe paradigms of Shakespearean infatuation And playing the role of the masochistic tragedian For far too long... Seeds of scorn once sowed in me Flourish into flora of hatred With an appetite of bloodlust And a thirst for vengeance Yet I now desire only Solitude Where I may fall by my own hands... Silence now, Time! Your word is undesired and unbecoming I hark not at your crescendoing pendulum Now I was once king, of terrain infinite The whores of Bethlehem mine I was the emperor of man and woman And like the eagle, I could fly My cloth stained a royal violet And the most lustrous auric hue No mourning beyond my horizon Nor the sight of impending doom But even I have befallen Victim to the sands of time Decaying away Are My feathers of a forgotten age I cannot fly away Destiny's wine I have drunk I cannot fly anymore I am shackled I am broken I am decay I am the feathers of a forgotten age.

Princess of Dancing Waters She leads the streams The waters who never sleep Flowing downwards from the halls Of the mountain king's dwellings Washing in immaculate waters Leading to a fountain of youth Where her olden name is hereby abolished Her name now simply Ruth Waters everlasting now ever dancing The streams that never sleep A lone joy runs through the valleys Whom shed no tear to weep. Blasphemous princess Unholy Goddess For the streams that dance Like the fires of Satanas.