A Scenery Of Loss-Draconian

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 my 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 reals of space, And the infinity of endless ages... all, all, will I dispute"