Tekst:
Ancient Part I The Curse

I cannot call thee my own." Caine: "Oh, father my great father Why hast thou cursed me so? Have I not done what thou asked for? To the shadowed woods I

I cannot call thee my own.' [Caine:] 'Oh, father my great father Why hast thou cursed me so? Have I not done what thou asked for? To the shadowed woods I

forth I cannot call thee my own.' [Caine:] 'Oh, father my great father Why hast thou cursed me so? Have I not done what thou asked for? To the shadowed woods I

with its vengeance A terrible thirst, a curse has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung And the curse

sorcery I've found my freedom." Caine: "I was cold and she clothed me, I starved and she fed me, I was mournful yet she loved me. I shed bloody tears

Part I Time stands still in these ancient halls Only the castle itself can tell what it keeps Dark are the secrets between these

Poets racking absinthe brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged

Am the Uncreated God Before Me The Dwellers in Chaos are Dogs Their Masters Merely Wolves I Gather The Power From Every Place From Every Person Faster

fabled Atlantis.. [XERXES:] I shall make it a priority to ascertain the truth, master. I vow I shall channel all the skills I have learned here at the