INTRO:. In thoughts from visions of the night,. when deep sleep falleth out of sight.. Many a strange thing will you dream -. though it is never what it seems.
BRAND:. "I have wealth beyond measure-. My treasures are words. forged by time in a tale of. such beauty they cry to be heard.. Still a young fool was I as.
Oh instrument of God force -. Fed on ignorance and lies,. so blind and narrow-minded. that you cannot compromise.. Even the most foolish theif. should know what he is taking -.
I'm standing at the. crossroads of my life -. nothing to lose.. Each path leads to oblivion,. whichever one I choose.. Rising from the ashes of my plight.
This tale I tell that all may see,. Behind God's truth lurks treachery.. . 'Mine is the right to glory and light,. And you shall have heartache and pain,.
Denizens of sylvan places. hidden from the eyes of man,. courtesans with sylph-like graces. dancing to the pipes of Pan -. that echoed through the ether.
Soldiers of fortune,. Kings of Hades,. In our quest for power unite,. Black messiahs,. Devastation angels,. Gird our loins. Prepare to fight. . With weapons drawn in anger,.
Alone he sits. A vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,. Presiding o'er this conflict. That chills him to the bone,. For each tarnished blade that festers.
Our tounges they could not silence,. With their malicious lies,. Their unforgotten violence,. Remember those who died.. . And as my flesh is put to fire,.
One man, one vision, racial purity,. madman or magician? A mystery to me,. he who scorns the teachings of. Blavatsky count the cost,. there's more than superstition.
A sea breeze echoes softly. it's song echoes through your mind,. leaves you thinking of tomorrow. and the life you left behind.. Come turn your head to face the.
Faustus begin thine incantations,. Take good care to draw thy circle true,. By God must you prevail. For if you fail these. Demons make a meal of you..