With Strength I Burn


Deep Green Dark Chaos

Blinded I run down these paths

By heart I know them

They lead to the searing cliffs

Stout they stand above the water's edge


And this is my foundation

Cold stone

Formed only by winds and time

How invulnerable



I have longed to be at one with this

Yet, the waters call my name

For once I wish to see

The entity behind the voice

The face of this seduction

The beauty of my pain

Am I blessed or am I cursed by thy presence...

What is my crime...

What is my deed...

Is this life my redemption

Shall I repent or proceed

I hate my flesh

It's dimension poisoned my soul with doubt

It made me question the essence of...

The "I"

Slaves are those of this world

Given freedom to lay chains upon The Master

The wolf is no longer free

Release the chains and come for me

[The Elder:]

"Suddenly, his mournful cries were stunned. Out of the cold mist

came three enthralling ships. Sails torn by many a storm, and the

bows adorned by the most fierce gargoyles he'd ever laid eyes upon.

Yet, the crew they bore... Three times twelve in numbers. They stood

motionless, wrapped in grey, worn gowns. And from behind their

shadowed faces the seductive chanting. Bidding him on board.

Without besitation, he accepted. And away they sailed..."

Upon these seas

Wherein I drowned so many times

I scatter the ashes of destiny

Still my flame is in hunger

With fire in my heart

Shall I greet the shores ahead

Though, I know not what will burn



In the distance

I hear the waves wash over solid ground

And in this moment I am struck blind

Grant me sight so I can see

That which lies ahead of me

Cursed be my mortal eyes

For dying in the realm of death

Hear my call...

I return to the soaring cliffs

They truly shine of strength