A Scenery of Loss

The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled

Once again arcane rain fell - cold, sorrowful and so frail

O, those weeping times, all of my life's a lie

An endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold me cry

The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy

Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again

O, this scenery of loss always present within me

Afar into the obscure I wish I now could soar

Even though he stole my pride

I stand above his lies

Even though I oceans cried

And sailed them far and wide

My star shall ever shine

Drifting endlessly deep in darkened streams

The inharmonious looms

In my doleful ocean lies the love I've lost

For heaven, my sorrow

Devour my soul as I enter the dark and cold

Fallen from heaven's domains - God's vengeance unfolds

This scenery of loss, a ruined empire of dismay

A pathway of decay leading afar and always astray

Even though he stole my pride - I stand above his lies

Even though I oceans cried - and sailed them far and wide

My star shall ever shine

Homage he has from all

But non from me

I battle it against him, as I battled in highest heaven

Through all eternity

And the unfathomable gulfs of hades

And the interminable realms of space

And the infinity of endless ages

All, all, I will dispute