As I stood here at the break of eternity the planets realined to hide the sun. The moon was red and the sky turns black~the Dragon roared in rage. And I was silent, waiting for a sign, but on the ninth day the earth did not open. There was thunder but no rain~the Dragon howled five names. Seven prophets without faces hiding behind the ancient hills. Fourteen and two servants a lined at their side~the Dragon's eye ablaze. Finally, an eclipse. Voices muttering ancient tongues. Beast long dead, had rearisen awaken the mighty Dragon. On the twenty-third day, a mighty earthquake shook the soil. From each wind came four riders to rob the Dragon's slumber. The world had reached the final stage. Among the stars; the Dragon's breath invoked a mighty storm. Awaken the immortal Dragon~the emperor of time.

The endless universe hides a many secrets. Upon a throne bewinged and invisible a wrathful Emperor is enthroned. By his word a galaxy dies and by his breath a planet shivers. A cold wind travels the sky and at sunset it brings us death. One foot beneath the surface of the sea a menacing layer of decay sinks the stranded ships. Hidden in the center of the mountains a mighty duke does hide. Mournful he cries the demise of his empire~forever his land is lost. Beyond the horizon lies the land of tears where a dethroned monarch cowers upon his throne. His life was once a crowded theater, but the actors are all dead. The highlands and valleys, once kingdom of two fearless kings, is now the place where shadows dwell, where beast unseen hide and roar~awaiting the coming of old. This is the story of the five Emperors. Their heir a sublime serpent~a Dragon proud and wise, arising to rule the world.

Dancing dancing round and round, listen to the Robin's song. All the rogues and all the thieves across the land come to dance. With your wife or on your own, at this table your are guest. Bal of Thieves, a feast of fun, dancing to the morning sun. Drink a lot there's here for all, a jester rolls across the room. Maiden young and full of life, come oh come be mine tonight. In a lure now hidden well the thieves and rogues of London dwell. Far away from men of law, for if they're caught they'll surely hang. Among the night their work is done, stealing from the sleeping men. Robbing jewels and gold and gems, run oh run your work is done.

Et ainsi un mensonge devint ma vie. Le royaume des étoiles. Cosmos silencieux. Oh désespoir, grand malfaiteur du pays des larmes. Lâche-moi, je veux mourir tranquillement. Déjà, mon âme flotte comme un liquide invisible, dans l'infinie de l'empire de la mélancolie. Voilà... le dernier solstice du millénaire blanc. Maintenant, sous mes pieds nus, le Dragon s'est enfin réveillé. Et dans cette obscurité parfaite, la délivrance semble proche. Trois trônes, unis par la puissance magnifique de l'ange porteur de lumière. Le temps ronge glorieusement le tronc de l'arbre de la vie. Et loin d'ici, parmi les étoiles, où le destin de l'homme est écrit. La pitié pleure son inutilité. Sur une colline obscure. Sous la surface froide de la planète oubliée. Une tour magnifique marque le lieu où le silence est mon fils invisible. Quand le ciel aura arrêté de nourrir la terre et quand les mers auront cessés de voyager la planète. La haine serra maître de tout.

Cry my love for I shall not return. Into battle I must leave and death awaits me there. As a hero not a coward I want my name to stand. The cross has robed our life~At least I will now die standing. I refuse and deny a human coward to be my rightful god. Was it not time and wisdom that shaped me to be a man. So if my life must now end, I am ready to leave this world. We are few but they are thousands. Should I not return back home, my blade I leave to my beloved son. Eye to eye, heart by heart~At the break of the dawn the last and only battle will be fought. Men of war, mages and our ancestors, all as one will fight until the sun returns.

A stallion and a rider proud came across the land. A freelance hero from the west, into our land he rode. No beast he feared for strong he was, his arms like mighty hammers. Knowing all the ways of war, a man of steel he was. By dusk that day he reached our town, weary was his horse. He stepped in through the tavern door, a man of proud descent. Unto a many maids he rode, the ale and beer now flowed. Envy in the others eyes, with daggers they approached. The crowd now cheered, for rough it was when fists and feet were flying. Rumbling round on the tavern floor, the raiders were now dead. By dawn next day no one had seen, where the man had gone to. All the maids that looked for him, were left a broken heart.

Divine emptiness and perfect black decorate the darkness that has come about this land. The blazing horizon hangs like a pale red ribbon above the temple of god. From each corner of the sky hangs one angel and from each angel hang ten thousand men. The waters and land now bow to me and dare to move only at my command. And I say~may this pitiful soil rumble. Across vast badlands of red dust and cracking invisible being sore from me one monument of destruction to another. And beneath every mountain lies one forgotten demon, still weary and yet enraged. Thus on the seventh day, the planet shall have realined and the thirsting sun shall have cast the last beam of light. Darkness arise! And around a throne of land, we shall unite to stay. Man, woman, child and beast~listen, and inherit my infinite wisdom for I am all and I am no one. I'm visible and yet unseen. Beyond the stars that lie beyond, my empire does stand. Far away and hidden well from the jealous eyes of all. I call the three dimensions mine. And to the blackest day has come. The infinite fire shall be led from your fearful souls. I have come to proclaim oblivion and all the flames shall illuminate even god's temple high above. Breeding to lick the flesh of the lying traitor.

Ein heer von ungeziefer, Mäusen, Ratten tollt auf der Diele, die im Mondschein schimmert. Der Wind schreit wie im Traume auf und wiannert. Um Fenster zitern kleiner Blätter Schatten. Bisweiten zwitzchern Vögel in den Zweigen und Spinnen kriechen an den kahlen Mauerin. Durch leere Gänge bleiche Flecken schauern. Es wohnt im Haus ein wunderliches Schweigen. Im hofe scheinen Licter hinzugleiten auf faulem holz, verfallenem Gerümpel. Dann gleisst ein Stern in einem schwarzen Tümpel. Figuren stehn noch da aus alten zeiten. Man sieht Konturen noch von anderen Singen und eine Schrift, verblasst auf morschen Schildern, vielleicht die Farben auch von heiteren Bildern : Engel, die vor Mariens Throne singen. Der Silvervor hang dort vor 'm Fenster hehlt verschlungene Glieder, Lippen, zarte Brüste. Ein hart' Gehämmer hallt vom Turingerüste und weiss verfällt der Mond am Himmeszelt. Ein geisterhafter Traumakkord verschwebt und Mönche tauchen aus den Kirchentoren und schreiten im Unenolichen verioren. Ein heller Gipsel sich am Himmel hebt.

Das Blut, Feind des Todes. Die Stille, Bruder der Nacht. Das Flehen, Kind der Rache. Die Liebe, willing des Hass. Das Auge, Traum des Blinden. Die Torheit, Verbrechen des Menschen. Verflucht sei das Vergehen der Geburt. Ich füge mich der Hand desTodes. Was frderst du, der du dich Schöpfer schimpfst. Ich blicke auf dich herab. Nieder mit der Welt des Lebens~Feuer nimim jesst meine Hand...