Down In the valley on a midwinter's night walks

The Crone, unseen by human kind

Her weary heart longing for rest

Her eyes saw too much of sorrow and grief

There was a time when

She was adored and the valley full of bliss and joy

until the day the gaunt one appeared

He never smiled nor shed any tear!

And he raised his voice "Behold I'm Messiah!"

It was then She knew the time had come!



A dream? A dream? It's only a dream!

A dream? A dream? She lives in my dreams



The man, he spoke of commandments and sin

of wicked wifes, of chaste and virtious men

He'd sown the seed of mischief in their hearts:

Those once proud, now a submissive crowd!

And he raised his voice: "Behold I'm Messiah!

I'm the son of god! I come in fire!

My kingdom come! My will be done!"

It was then She knew her time had come!



A dream? A dream? It's only a dream!

A dream? A dream? She lives in my dreams...



Now the blind are leading the blind!

Independence and wisdom exchanged for ignorance and minority

Seizure and oppression amongst the once born free!

But still no one dared to raise a hand against The Crone

They were aware - despite his sermons -

that She still held The Strength and The Power

And as She miakes her way through centuries and decades

She waits for human kind to awake to shake off the chains of Messiah!

In patience She walks the world in search for those

who uphold the memento of the Golden Age!

While in his church, in fitful sleep,

tormented by nightmares lies Messiah In fright of the dark!

The demons he raised to strike the blind with fear were not |ust a mirage:

They've become alive - to haunt Messiah!

To end creation's devastation, the senseless sacrifice She.-aca