[Lady Sophia:] I am all of that which is not shaped by it's past The beginning, the end, everything in between My mind creates, divides, separates... A burden for all time I've found peace within myself which truly isn't mine Look into my eyes Infernal passion pends Let my song of creation commence
A scorching earth a blinding sky, I close my eyes and visualize In a vigilante storm the shape seems to appear I breathe the wind, my tears fill the lakes a part of me starts to be In this vast symphony the melody is clear
Ancient spells I whisper Moulding clay to live Creating skies and seas
All the beauty in my world All that is honest and is true I will pour into you, my Sister The guardian of all that is good This task I appoint to you Cherish it, remember it
For every right is wrong For every light is darkness For every day is night For every song is silence
[Ensemble:] For every right is wrong For every day is night Ancient spells I whisper Moulding clay to live Forging light and darkness Fasten their emotions to live forever free.