Of Gods Lyrics
And has it not been on for aeons long, forever and beyond ever?Has it not been on for longer than eraspassed, and forgotten by all, forgotteneven, by those that has been dead for everand beyond ever?Perchance it is but some foul trickeryengieered by the wicked scribbler ofdestinies...Perchance it is something else...Someancient and dreadful secret about tounlock...Something is stirring inside me.Something new, yet it has always beenthere, for ever and beyond ever.I feel something awakening inside,memories that are not mine, but theybelong to me.I am no longer searching for the answer,for I know that I shall never find itbefore I find myself.I know that I am the riddle, I am thequest, and I am the answer.Yet I feel hollow, I am waking up, I seemy world and the havoc I have wreaked uponit and I regret no thing.I feel hollow, I am the universal shadow,the maker of gods and the owner of thelost silver heart.I cannot seem to find myself, there are somany spirits here, there are too manyriddles here.In this chaos I call the screamingmountain I search, and what findeth I buttortured souls and essences blackened bythe worlds they come from? For how longcan I endure the screams and moans of thescreaming spirit mountain?Myriads of paths, a labyrinth oflabyriths...Where lieth the answer? Wheream I? Must I travel into the blackestdepths of my self to find my self?It is time to chose, it is time enter anew world, conquer it, become a god oncemore, and perchance this will bring mecloser to my self.One riddle has been solved, the answer hasbeen found. Yet the answer in itself is alabyrinth of new questions.The rainbow prince walks aimlessly nomore, not after he saw that his tormentorand his arch enemy was himself. Did helive in a dream all this time, was none ofthis real?Little does it matter. He was a king andhis own slave. The world in which hewandered for what seemed aeon upon aeon,suffered his merciless tyranny. Worldsunknown to him, alien to him, were castunderneath him, landscapes of green werestripped and bereft of beauty and quicklylaid barren and dead.Yet, he feels no regret, no sadness orgrief for the dead and dying.Command and conquest, bereave or be berefthas always been the key to unlock the doorof life.And such was his quest, his one purpose inlife. To find himself, to make himselfking, and to live on when others die.The first world has come to an end, it istime to enter another, to find a new placeto live, solve new riddles and live againfor aeons more.And so the awakening begins. The endlessjourney to find that which all search for,yet so few of us truly find.The rainbow prince finally exited hisnightmare, and stepped into anotherportal, into another world, to conquer andkill if need be, to find his self. Andwill he ever find, or perchance he willfind that his self never was.(The Rainbow Prince awakens)
Motley Crue Of Gods
