Intro - Seas of Tyme Chapter - 1 Bent and Broken Chapter - 2 In Sorrowe Wepte Chapter - 3 Beyonde Alle Dreams Chapter - 4 Thru Deepeste Nyghte
Seas of Tyme
'neathe starry skyes warre doth rage crosse the seas of tyme yet there upon this battle-fielde two heartes becayme entwyned...
Chapter 1
Bent and Broken
he stumbles 'pon the rocky pathe in armour bent and brokenne his journeye to bryghte sylvarre-mere lyfe's hoppe 'pon his shoulders
peeringe deep within the sylvar-mere he casts about unknowinge darke eyes a starlit ebon sea reflekt the meres' great power
his burninge gaze losst farre beyonde these earthly planes we ken in darke despaire forsakes him-selffe lyfes hoppe not yet abandoned
in anger rages defiant hope alle left this man to gyffe fromme ebon seas his tears do flowe an' pours his lyfe into the mere
Chapter 2
In Sorrowe Weppte
she walkes alone the moonelesse pathe within herr shielde of stonne herr journeye to darke shadowe-mere starre-lyghte herr brighteste hoppe
peeringe deepe within darke watterse depthes in searche of alle lyfes hoppe greene eyes an oceanse soffte embrayce reflekte the darke-meres power
herr burninge gayze losste farre beyonde these earthly planes we ken in darke despaire reklaymes herr-selffe lyfe's hoppe keppte fromme herr stille
in sorrowe weppte alle lyfes lasste hoppe alle leffte faire maide to gyffe fromme emeralde seas herr teares do flowwe into darke shadowe-mere...
Chapter 3
Beyonde Alle Dreams
'neathe starre-lit skye herr sylvan voyce in songe is softlye raised for alle lyfes forsaken hoppe for hoppe within despaire
when beyonde alle dreams an' shattered realmze faire maidens voyce is hearde...
...her tears falle softly into these ebon depths their sylvar lyghte reflect within the darkness of mine-selfe whereupon i must responde for lyfe for love for alle mine owne lostte soulze
reachinge out within these darkeste depthes beyonde alle hoppes dezyre her gentle touche at once perceived redemption in this hour....
then fromme the darke-mere's surface rose ten thousande soulze once lostte black swordze uphelde in armoured fists 'pon steedes of ebon-lyghte
in silence watched wi' somber awe beside the roilinge mere faire maiden broughte unto herr feete fell knights before herr kneeled...
in silente rayze of dawninge lyghte herr slyvan voyce 'tis raised black swordze on sylvarre shieldes do crashe in honor of herr daye
within ten thousand sylvarre helmze losste voices lift in songe to winne the lyghte of dawne's laste daye 'pon the battlegrounde...