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 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 ocean cried - and sailed them far and wide... ...my star shall ever shine "Homage he has from all - but none from me: I battle it against his, as I battled in highest heaven - through all eternity And the unfathomable gulfs of Hades, and the interminable realms of space And the infinity of endless ages... all, all, will I dispute"