"The energy lurks within us... A robust flame of will With burning conviction We march with pride to war... Marching forward with fervor..."

“So begins the arcane journey A tale of sorrow and victory... I clench my fist Harden my heart Cold is my soul I proclaim my mournful war The retribution is near....on we march! My treacherous journey of sorrow Requiem for Eternal Rest Channeling the universal truth Echoes of triumph on my conquest... Let my destiny be forged in my pliant hands!!!!! Now I have seen, The Raven "On wings of perdition the hateful raven soars, a reflection scourged in shadow, impaled by suffering, rising in superior torment..." Enduring the gloom and ruin With an iron fist And frozen heart In solitude I clench my pride Holding strong to what I feel inside Fighting til the very last breath To none I surrender, but to death Yet the thorns in my soul Conjure the awakening of inner war Murky reflections filled with hate Frigid breath of my inner demon awaits... "For years he's faced this darkness alone With no hope in his spirit, his heart turns to stone" "My eyes scan the magical horizon The wandering of eternity There are no chariots here I falter hopelessly With heavy heart towards the mountain throne..." With empty heart And scorn in my spirit Clenching my firm resolution As I descend into the abyss... We are rapt in this spellbound ruin With deep conviction we approach eternity... With dejection I climb step by step Only to find more darkness to unveil "Clenched fist, teeth bared, heart of stone, eyes of wrath, filled with fury and hate, a conqueror and warrior of illusion, fixed on certain death" A power so mysterious, yet forged in the depths of our souls An enigmatic force of spirit Tempered by strength and will... "The Raven soars high... The Wanderer regains his pride" So he marches forward Fueled by the wrath of his brazen passion A triumph over defeat A triumph of our destiny With bitterness he reclaims his conquest... Entering the dreamland Wielding my sword against the inner conflict... The Arcane Conquest The Perennial Conflict Will I ever see the sun? I bare my teeth And hang my head in grief These waves stand still My ship no longer sails This is my burden The storm broods in my spirit... Now I have seen Visions of my destiny A forlorn path of triumph Conquering with empty hands I'm the emperor of my own destruction And my soul remains shattered and frozen...”