Although we suffer,still,
Their weaving does go on...
Riding through the mountains of despair
Fear had embraced my body and my soul
Seeking for shelter to rest my tired bones
I came upon a rugged hill
And saw the crystal castle walls
Why do they seem so far a way?
It seemed like endless nights I rode,
Before I stopped to behold!
The deepest lakes of fire?
In fear I wonder if I dream and will it end?
I will surrender,to the weaving fates...
- The Weaving Fates
- The Era of Tiamat
- Conqueror of Fear
- Night Mares
- L'arrivee de la Victoire
- Night of a Thousand Stars
- Faustian Call
- Visions of the Moon