| A PERCEPTABLE TENSION IS HOVERING ABOVE AYREON’S HOMETOWN.
|
| SOMETHING IS AT HAND.
|
| THE TOWNSPEOPLE GATHER ON THE MARKET SQUARE TO JUDGE OF AYREON.
|
| IS HE A PROPHET OR A CHARLATAN, OR EVEN WORSE: AN APPARITION MOST UNHOLY?
|
| THE VILLAGERS ACCUSE AYREON OF BEING THE DEVIL’S SPAWN,
|
| BUT AYREON PERSISTS IN HIS INNOCENCE.
|
| have you seen his eyes
|
| up in the skies
|
| like hypnotized
|
| and he never smiles
|
| he never cries
|
| have you heard his song
|
| fierce and strong
|
| right or wrong
|
| should he be condemned
|
| for he doesn’t belong
|
| what have I done
|
| you’ve aroused the forces of destruction
|
| what have I done
|
| you’ve unleashed the rage of the gods
|
| what have I done
|
| you’ve denounced the wonder of creation
|
| what have I done
|
| you’ve betrayed your own,
|
| now you have to pay
|
| it has been foretold
|
| in days of old
|
| 'n evil soul
|
| will corrupt the world
|
| to achieve his goal
|
| he’s the devil’s seed
|
| an evil breed
|
| he’s gonna make you bleed
|
| he’ll take all he needs
|
| with uncontrolable greed
|
| I’ve done nothing at all,
|
| no nothing at all
|
| WITH STICKS AND TORCHES IN HAND,
|
| THE ANGRY VILLAGERS DRIVE AYREON OUT OF THEIR DEMESNE.
|
| COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED AYREON ROAMS THROUGH THE FOREST,
|
| ONLY AN INDISTINCT SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT SUSTAINS HIM.
|
| if I have died, then this must be hell
|
| if I’m alive, I cannot break this gruesome spell
|
| I am seeking relief and finding none
|
| I have fallen into oblivion
|
| a force within dominates my tormented soul
|
| and empowers me to regain absolute control
|
| I shall not yield, for I am the chosen one
|
| who shall rise from oblivion
|
| GOOD FATE HAS GUIDED AYREON TO CAMELOT, KING ARTHUR’S CASTLE,
|
| WHERE HE IS WELCOMED AS A WORTHY MINSTREL. |