[PART I] He rode out, in the grace of the morning Head held - TopicsExpress

[PART I] He rode out, in the grace of the morning Head held high, that first day in may Many years, in pride and in glory In search for the holy grail Prince Azaar...you travelled so far You searched for the way...the precious Ark Prince Azaar...you followed the star You challenged the gods...of rage and war Beyond the black moon, and west of oblivion In the legends and the tall silver tales With your rich coat, your horse and the armour To where the filthy dogs of doom sail Prince Azaar, you fled from your palace You came close to where nothing meets zero And you opened the doors to forever Behind the great waterfall [PART II] Down by the willows...a castle in gold...someone calls you by your name Youre tired and weak....an oasis you seek...can you hear what they say? The doors is now open....drawing you in.... [PART III] 1000 days and 1000 nights Insane colours...immortal eyes Riddles and fears...countless voices Cant see, cant hear....no divine choices Nothing left, a stonecold floor Man against gods....no hidden doors No answers, no light....I gave my farewells I am nothing Did I find myself? [PART IV] In the battle I was dying Am I worthy I was wondering I was heartbroke, I was crying In the court of the long lost kings As a warrior I was aging As a man I was trying to fight For an answer I kept praying Let me walk here in the holy light [PART V] In the pagoda The prince he met the angel in the broken mirror Holding a sword....she wept for you, she bled for you In the pagoda You saw your dreams, your life, the pains, the past and future You know...its a lonely road.... https://youtube/watch?v=rm1MTYClqBQ