Thirst! Accursed worst!
	Salt! It fills my lungs, for I thirst!
	Dry! This arid curse!
	Blood! I drink my blood, for I thirst!

Olya! The golden bait: barbed with infinite pain!
	Fatal fanatical mate: of poisoned body and brain!

	Olya! The name that leers: lecherous longing and knavery!
	Whispering in crazed ears: the secret spell of her slavery!

Thirst! Accursed worst!
	Sand! I vomit sand, for I thirst!
	Dry! This arid curse!
	Stale! My frenzied tongue, I may burst!

Thirst

Show me a man who won't pose as I and I’ll show you an Angel and Saint
It isn't as he controls himself though he acts as a source of constraint
Built he a self not of the earth, disloyal and reckless is he
I am the God, creator of all that's how it will always be

Rippling earth crumbling sea 
It seems that you've forgotten me
Your only God that does decree
Skies of vengeance rain on me

This is a man of ash and earth, a god in no sense at all
Who climbed to the skies in search of rebirth soon to meet his fall
His gates will be flooded and all within shall feel the wrath of I
His name will be blotted in the blood of his own
His bones by a beast picked dry!

Skies of Vengeance

We are the wind and we are the water
Which carries us on dusk into dawn…
We are the Odyssey we are the Nautilus
We hold our fate, we will not wait
We are creators, and we are the makers
We are what moves upon the horizon
 We are finale we are the galley
Waiting and wading: the warrior molding 
We are the circle, we are the oracle

We are the earth and we are the darkness
Excessively teeming with cerotic meaning
We are the great wall we are the pyramids
Dreadfully dark, sinking the ark
We’re the destroyer, wait in the foyer
We close the gates, the sun never rising
We are finale we are the galley
Floating and holding the warrior molding 
We are the circle, awaiting the oracle

Human am I, Creator of god
Keeper of land, what’s mine is the all
I break the chain, that holds it together
Determining fate, controlling the weather

Oracle of the Mighty Kings

grandfather taught me a long time ago 
A song that was spoken to make time move slow
He showed me a gesture that summoned the skies
“Listen to our words” they always replied
He said, “it was I who had countered the earth
I would soon rule when you came to birth”
He dared me to find the god I would be
His name was the Hero the Fire the Sea

Sister I will show you the ways the workings of the Hesperian Garden
Hope is not lost for you, hope is not lost for us
Meet me tonight when the moon becomes crescent above us
Hope is not lost for you, hope is not lost for us

Grandfather said once, “ You are the sage”
“The one and the only who lives as the age”
At the location our family prized 
He gave me a dagger inherently wise
He shouted to heaven that I had not come
All shall obey for I was the sun
The son of the cosmos, the son of the sky
The Hero, The Fire, the world is now mine!

The Hero, The Fire, The Sea

Hesperian Garden

All mine entrails form a despot
just as hope is lost in me
countless victims rendered desperate
endless darkness all they see

Here in shadows i will linger
the world awaits my pending strike
watch the hopes that i will hinder
changing here and there alike

Burn thy house and make it desolate
Kill thyself, for I have come
I, myself am more malevolent
Than all thy enemies birthed as one

Be thou angry and contemptful
Wish me death with sheer disgust
I make up the word deceitful
I took advantage of your trust

Screaming teeming awful glory
up screams howling sinking sect
out from descent comes the story
god forsaken his elect

Elatria