Prophet’s Vision
The Prophet of Reason has the eyes
To see new Worlds before they arise
In the Pool of Dreams The Seer now sees
A distant Kingdom, a Land for the Free…
An Elvin Warrior with a mighty Sword
A Prophecy is about to unfold
With the ring of The Elder’s Bell
Elvgarde, a new Messiah will be Born…
In wonderment and in wisdom
The Prophet does plunge
Into the Pool of Dreams
In search of the Chosen One
Into the Vision, now gone.
In The Wind
In the wind Iam free
My spirit soars with dignity…
No worries or pain or misery
In the wind I am free
And the steel horse I ride
Becomes a part of me…
Unision as one, an Entity
In the wind I am free
These Eyes Shall Never See
War and Famine, Plague and Disease
Hunger and Starvation
Will these things ever cease to be?
A New Age Coming, A Promised One
To Bring the World of Today into Tomorrow
Ending all Hate, all Strife, all Sorrow
A God Of The Kingdom Come
These Eyes Shall Never See
I Am
I Am The Hate For The Loveless
I Am the Darkness Within The Light
The Prayer Of The Damned
The Savior Of Night
In Dreams I Am Seen
In Wakeness I Am Felt
I Am Always With You
In Answer to Your Silent Call
I Am Always Near
Although You Know It Not
I Am The Ghost Of All You Desire
I Am The Law Of The Lawless
To The Unfree I Am Liberty
To The Unrighteous I Am Right
I Am Salvation To The Wicked
I Am The Blood Of Sin
To The Godless I Am God
To All Of What Lies Within You
All These Things I Am
Mirrored Soul
The lines on my face show me shackled by age
Yet my soul remains forever young, forever free
Burdened by illness a body wastes away
However the spirit lives on eternally
And the mirror, the mirror silently speaks
As I gaze upon my self
Telling me all of these things
Dwelling In Darkness
The Light Beckons
Yet in Shadows
My Spirit It Hides
Dwelling In Darkness
My Soul Thus Resides
Fearful Of Heaven
Fearful Of Hell
Upon This Shell’s Passing
I Shall Wander
In Oblivion Eternally
Lost Without Hope Or Destiny
Dwelling In Darkness
Prizeless Prohetess
The Prophetess of Reason
Utters sighs as she gazes
Into a cauldron which promises
A Prize…
She awaits to see new worlds arise
But to no avail
For neither might nor magic
Can change what the Fates
Have preordained…
In Life and in Love
The Prophetess shall ne’er gain.
