1. PROLOGUE

(instrumental)


2. THE EROICAN

The azure surface of the glimmering lake.
Reflections from the sun casted to the sword - raised against the sky,
towards the light. Into the eyes that yet not sighted lies.
A sacrifice beyond the human weakness made by the young man still with flaming eyes.

The sun wents dying, the last candle for light.
Two eyes watching the flames whom ablaze in the night.
A silent whispering, echoes grim yet graceful.
The man who will bring the shadows… The Eroican

Borned to please the night, a shadow child. Philosophers burned while sighting the unseen.
Visions of his aura, a dim kingdom given.
The precious sword held by the young hands bleeding.
To sacrifice his blood (the morning of darkness), to see the light (for him it will kneel).

Voices whispering his name, a hymn to the emperor.
The spire, the sword, his wandering for the shadows.
His two eyes sacrificed to replace the light and a human sacrifice to give birth to the eternal night…


3. ...AND THE PROPHECY IS HIM

His first love sighted the blade at dusk, the cold steel, met her warm pulsing neck
In silence she died, no sound from her mouth, but her eyes screamed, as the blade came forth.

Running for his life through the forest, afraid to meet, Rhosymins destiny
Why had she told them about his presence, that night when they gathered, for rituals - in black?

Ah, why can’t they see that Nezgoulth, once will rise?
Ah, why can’t they let him find, sanctuary with the chosen one?

All of the kingdoms knights were set to hunt and by dawn Belhelth would have been captured
Before dusk his head, would have fallen…

But this was not the prophecy, Belhelth should live for ages more.

Ah, why can’t they see, that Nezgoulth, once will rise?
Ah, why can’t they let him find, sanctuary with the chosen one?

They are fools to believe that they can win, he is born, to kill the unfaithful ones
What is written in the stars is the prophecy… and the prophecy is him!


4. SELENE - THE NOCTURNAL GODDESS OF LUNA

Raped seven times by the shadow of Sin. The first time on a bed of stones and she cried.
No beauty no grace she had but her eyes, they lighted in green as if they were enchanted.

Night after night and her innocence became stolen.
A coup of blood she was offered but “no”.
Her voice was lost on the fourth night, but her screams, the ancient ones, echoed till dawn.

On the seventh night something was different, the voice she had but no screams, no tears in her eyes.
Her face had changed, now graceful and beautified.
But her eyes were no longer green, now dark as the night.
And the coup of blood she drank - as wine it poured through her throat…
She had now found her pleasure in blood.

Unsatisfied with the blood Sins wounds offered,
Selene gracefully walked away from her cold bed.
Leaving Sins lifeless body behind her on the cold stones,
now searching for new blood to pleasure her self with.

And as she got deeper into the forest a lonely man she sighted behind the trees.
He looked so afraid but yet he did not.
Was he the man with her life she should protect, was he the man born to conquer?


5. EMBRACED BY FLAMES

She, risen her hands, and brought fire, upon the sky
And the flames, reflected in her, so graceful eyes
The red light, from the sky, was so bright
For over a hundred miles, penetrating the dark night
Seduced by her eyes, blackened by time and tide
From nowhere she came to rescue, his sacred, life
Knights on horses, into the killing flames they ride
Falling down dead and there are, no places to hide.

Thousands of soldiers burning as he lurked in the dark
Was she a queen of this forest - the heart?
His wish to embrace her, had been since she first came
Was she a mighty sorceress with powers that could lame?

None had ever reached into his heart as deep, as she
But afraid he was, to let his emotions, flattering him
So in the misty dawn he decided, to leave her
For he couldn’t risk, to fall in love…once again…

But why did he, already miss her?


6. A ROMANCE IN DARKEST HARMONY

At dawn Belhelth was ready to leave, but saved by the most precious one, he now realised that he wasn't alone
Selene, was the queen, glancing at her surface of beauty could make thousand men and one to die... for her!

A future king with his queen - a romance, in darkest harmony
But one life will be lost, sacrificed, oh such a tragedy.

Walking through the newborn seas of burned, knight's blood
Last night was forever to remember and never to forget
Yet was not the journey to pass, but the end was near
The dawn of a new age was about, to arrive.

A future king with his queen - a romance, in darkest harmony
But one life will be lost, sacrificed, oh such a tragedy.

Each step brought them further but their strength, wasn’t enough
So at dusk they stopped in an ancient ruin, to rest
This ancient place had not been sighted since the age of the fairies
But now, with its dark secrets, it had appeared, once again
To bring visions in their dreams.

A future king with his queen - a romance, in darkest harmony
But one life will be lost, sacrificed, oh such a tragedy.


7. CLAIR DE LUNE

Dancing through the cold, surrounding mist
And the shadows from the trees, stare
Born out of dim light, sons of the moon, and the shadows stare at him…
Hands bleeding and blood drips (again & again)
Falling silent to the ground, and gathers.
Fauns drinking his blood, feast at his soul, and screaming he dances
In the Clair du Lune.

The night too long, shall dawn, never come? Is he bound to darkness for eternity?
Selene - the graceful, wanderer so pure, not a virgin, but neither a whore.
Belhelth's eyes, will be pale, pale as the horizon, in fire inhuman hands will crown him
The price he will pay, is already set, but conquer he shall, when he arrives, Nezgoulth...
The flaming... god!

Belhelth awakes by dawn, in fear he remember his dream
And he knows, that there is not much time left
Hand in hand, with Selene, he wanders against the chosen place...
Unknowing that prince Leira follows them.

Dancing through the cold, surrounding mist
And the shadows from the trees, stare
Born out of dim light, sons of the moon, and the shadows stare, at him…
Hands bleeding, and blood drips again & again
Falling silent to the ground, and gathers.
Fauns drinking his blood, feast at his soul, and screaming he dances
In the Clair de Lune. Clair de Lune


8. TEARS OF THE AGED MOTHER

Followed by prince Leira through the old ravine below the mountains of Vescoul.
This, the only way to the final crowning of Belhelth was also the way where light should bring death to one of the chosen ones. As it were written in the prophecies for a thousand sunages ago, Leira lurked in the shadows
of the moon until the journey had come to its end. And behold, for the dagger thrown to find the heart of Belhelth reached the warm flesh under Selenes pale skin instead. And know that mother earth cried for her.
In sorrow the sword was raised and in sorrow it fell, and once again to make sure of his end…
Prince Leira never spoken again!


9. CROWNED BY DIVINE FIRE (EPILOGUE)

…And as Belhelth's pale eyes, covered in Selene's blood falls into the flames of eternity
Nezgoulth rise from his ancient sleep, divine in fire he crown his son, Belhelth, to emperor
...of earth and universe!

And the prophecies are finally fulfilled!