1. Greeting Chaos

A World in Chaos, ruler without soul
In short – Cataleptic disorder began
Suffering grew, torment came true
Delight vanished, gloom spreading through

Analysis incomplete – prophecy fragmentary

2. Dead Men's Shadow Flickering

Sovereign thoughts gliding through space
Passing the planets all turned into black
No noise, no nothing, just a dim light
Pulsing, sift, whirl – Dead men's shadow flickering

Travelling towards an destined position
A meeting scheduled before time itself
No use to resist its violent ravages
An orchestra to penetrate his senses

Phellius shadowed by thilion this day
Everything, everywhere just dim and pale
Yet a great beam of light reaches the surface
Pulsing, sift, whirl – Dead men's shadow flickering

The moment is now, through his eyes down his soul
The wisdom of the seven planets shattered to dust
But too much for his mind to comprehend just yet
Years of quests to fully understand – to be lead

3. The Lake Of Death – Magnion

A passage so narrow, there's no room for two
Rocks in formations of inhuman faces, stare empty in line
Fragments of bones under his feet's, blended to ebony by time
A path meant for no man to walk with a soul untrue
But pure in heart and nothing to loose – he had to come through

In distance, the brazen bells shrieks
"Soon, oh soon", they seem to speak

Facing the old druid castle from afar
Tasting the air, evoking the scar
Let it bleed, to drain in the jar
Loose conscious, explore the bizarre

Swirling without a body, avoiding the spells cast by elders before
Fleeing the curse that sets bone and flesh into stone forevermore
Invisible for men and creatures not knowing the force, curious to explore
Everything by the prophecy, to keep the secret of the water within the eternal core
Gliding towards the goal, Magnions ruthless but yet great shore

Listen to the waves, see how they dwell
"soon, oh soon", they seem to tell

Taking the bottle so blue out of glass, stolen from the sacred altar of the abandoned castle.
Fill it with water from the lake of the dead druids, careful not to touch the surface
Use it to harden the steel of the shiny, magical blades forged from the rock Yeith-Anz
Use it to revive the body laid lifeless outside the secret land of the dead druids

4. Selene – The Spirit

He saw her sitting in her chosen palace
Water ran around her cold, naked shaded body
Her colours were not really there anymore
As seen through the heavy morning mist

But as she gazed towards him, it felt like she saw right through
His inner secrets were no longer hidden

Her magic eyes enchanted him, like the trollish mirror in the forest
Her sight etched his eyes with a beauty forever to be seen

He could not talk, just stood there like frozen
Starring at her as she smiled at him
She knew he was possessed by her grace
And while reaching her arms above she disappeared

Forever he would remember the bewitching sight
The spirit of Selene he has seen in morning light
She – the queen of forest and moon
Died years ago, but her silver shadow he saw

And he knew that she would guide him
Not only led by the stars, but the moonlight as well

5. Whispers Of Echoes Passed

And his glance fell on the pale man
A rider without shadow or constant form
Gliding over the ground without moving a limb
Paralyzing everything on his way

Speechless but his eyes replaced with the chaos of birth
Telling stories of a universe in wait for the great beast
...Whispers of echoes passed, whispers of chaos reborn...

Imitate the deaf to withstand the echoes of time
Wander eye folded to escape the eyes of the grotesque

Shadows fall and paint Khelduria in shades of grey
Thilion lurks behind the clouds, afraid to face the defaced
Failing to caress the ground – Paralyzed for hours to come

Speechless but his eyes replaced with the chaos of birth
Telling stories of a universe in wait for the great beast
...Whispers of echoes passed, whispers of chaos reborn

Together they walk into the riders domains, all covered in a bleak light
Among his creation he wanders, trying to inherit every particle there
And finally the wisdom comes to mind, killing Archtule will release the storm
So with the silver dagger, prepared with the water of Magnion,
he cuts open the deformed skin and let his soul go free.
A mysterious smile touches his lips, and Aarion knew that he finally could see.

6. Shadows In Midark

Shadows were rising, covering the wet cold ground
The sun was soon to disappeared in the horizon
A lonely wanderer was sighted near the mountains of Vescoul
Peacefully moving towards the stone filled landscape
But something was about to happen, there were creatures in the dark

Eyes of red, glowing behind the shadows dark
They lurked so silently – the trolls of Midark

With a lust for blood they attacked him by dawn
16 hungry trolls with clubs, prepared since hours for battle
Aarion raised his shield – taking the first strike
And with the mighty sword, he enchanted them all
For a moment they turned blind by the sparkling bright light
And Aarion swinged his sword well, taking them all down...
...One by one – he ended the fight

Eyes of red, glowing behind the shadows dark
They lurked so silently – the trolls of Midark

7. The Storm (The Hill Of Heimad)

"A storm will come, rolling in from the great sea
It will carry rage of a thousand souls – all clad in black
Bringing death on both land and in air And then you will know that the ending is near
The chosen will meet his own blood"

Aarion walked through the wet grass, reaching the hill of Heimad
One hand ready on the sword, the other steady to balance
The rain poured on his face, and a flash gave him sight
Belhelth on the top since hours, surrounded by light

Sound the horn, let the armies march
Let them face their destiny
To be touched by the mighty storm
Fury unleashed, Leaving the reaper pleased

And the storm comes, rolling in from the great sea
Bringing rage of a thousand souls – all clad in black
It slaughters men as a hungry beast
Ripping their flesh into particles
...And the name of the storm was Aarion

Sound the horn, let the armies march
Let them face their destiny
To be touched by the mighty storm
Fury unleashed, leaving the reaper pleased

Sword met sword, daggers met shields
Equally strong, but different in minds
Fighting for hours, waiting for a mistake
And then a opening, a sword carving flesh
Spraying the blood, letting the souls free
And they knew whom to blame for their misery
Attacking him over and over again
Belhelth turns insane, kneeling the ground
Receiving the final swing of Yeith-Anz

And the seven dragons appears, all clad in white
...The prophecy is done!

8. King Of Stars – Bearer Of Dark

He walked through the stars
And reached for the sword
Dancing-like steps as swallows in sky

Searching his mind
In complete distress
Facing his image-like face

Surrounded by numerous light points
Twisting and turning to escape his steps
Stars collided at his every breath
Nothing left to gain...