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- Part 1: "The Emperor" -

"Fetch your things, leave at once

Your Emperor has spoken

And do not fail me

I'll see to it that your life is broken

I've sent a thousand men

To climb the hill and claim my prize

As a man of wealth and power

I demand eternal life"

"The insolence

That this beggar chose to die

I am not a greedy man

I only ask for what is mine"

"Immortality just beyond my fingertips

Becoming clear to Me

I'll hold it tighter

In my grip"

In my grip

- Part 2: "The Mountain" -

The chariot arrives

at the base of the mountain

An intimidating climb

defends the sacred fountain

A foot hole from a foot bone

Of a man sent here to die

And a thousand others just the same

Made for an easy climb

Arriving at the mountain top

As he draws near

The Well, suspended in the fog

Hangs above him in mid air

In arms reach, but to no avail

His prize he cannot grasp

But The Emperor would soon prevail

Standing on the beggar who died last

Climb his shoulders

Break through the fog

Become a God

- Part 3: "The Well" -

The Emperor, in his arrogance

Had just assumed

The life contained in The Well above

Was for a human to consume

The hand he plunged beyond the fog

Had seared to the bone

As if erasing everything

That his greed has known

In agony as he looked up to see

The smog was fading

The acidic fluid began raining