1. THE STORY IS TOLD

Please let me tell all the tale
Then you can choose what you gain
Please give me time to explain
Wait till the end and the truth shall win the game

There was a time that all my dreams could fit together
Power over all shined on my hold
Every single knee shall bow before my tremor
Every earthly light was dim

Dye my pride with the colors of my fears
Bind my soul with the power to succeed
Break down all my enemies at once
Justify all my choices of lust

There was a time that all my nights blur together
Atoned sins, an unknown field
Every single soul shall verify my endeavor
Every little pawn perish before me

Al the treasures of the world cannot buy the virtue
All the power and wealth only feeds and endless ego

Dye my soul with the colors of my sins
Enhance my eyes with the power to foresee
Let my words blur the point of view of them
Let my choice make the will of them to bend

All the treasures of the world cannot buy the virtue
All the power and wealth only feeds my endless ego

And then all were clear, the veil unfold,
Near hope he crawled
Strike upon me the light of justice and truth
Blame the wrong deeds on the shoulders of the few

Please let me tell all the tale
Then you can choose what you gain
Please give me time to explain
Wait till the end and the truth shall win the game

All the treasures of the world cannot buy the virtue
All the power and wealth only feeds an endless ego
But if truth must be told you all tend to
Rely on the wrong side of pride
You all tend to

You strike upon me your blind perspective of truth
You put the blame on unsuspicious scapegoats
Thus cleansing your hands
So, I strike upon you the choice of malice and blood
Blame your wrong course on anisotropic suspicious lies
I condemn you to endlessly roam in carnivorous roads
Then I devise for you an ominous, hideous funeral pyre


2. THE STORY IS TOLD (ORCHESTRAL)

(Instrumental)