Dreamweaver

Lyrics for Dreamweaver

By Sabbat, all lyrics (c) Martin Walkier.
 THE BEGINNING OF THE END  [00:35]  
[Instrumental] 
 THE CLERICAL CONSPIRACY  [05:35]   
*BRAND: 
"I have wealth beyond measure-- 
my treasures are words 
forged by time in a tale of 
such beauty they cry to be heard. 
Still a young fool was I as 
my story begins, 
yet like all fools considered 
myself to be wise-- 
a match for all things. 
But the lessons I've learned 
I will never forget, 
when your teacher is life then 
success is survival and 
failure means death. 
 
From early youth I saw the world 
through tunnel-vision eyes, 
my cloistered mind philosophized 
and fossilized, 
secure in my belief was I-- 
assured throughout my life the 
only things that could sustain me 
were the words of Jesus Christ." 
 
*EAPPA: 
"There is no way to fight a foe 
who strikes from the inside, 
and once within we can begin to 
smite this pagan pride. 
We shall take their graven images 
and grind them in the dirt, 
for that men can live in paradise 
must be the Devil's work." 
 
*BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: 
"The clerical conspiracy begins, 
we shall wash away your sins-- 
we have come to purify, 
to purge you of your liberty-- 
absolve you of all sanity, 
the 'truth' you want to hear we 
shall provide."  [REPEAT] 
 
*EAPPA: 
"How can we hope to save these 
heathen when we know not of 
their ways, 
one of us must journey southward-- 
infiltrate and then assuage. 
Only when we have this knowledge 
can we finalize our plans, 
greet them with a velvet glove-- 
then crush them 'neath an iron hand." 
 
*NARR 
Christian soldiers armed with virtue-- 
hearts afire with blind obsession, 
cannot see the difference 'twixt 
compassion and oppression. 
 
*BRAND: 
"These were days I believed that 
salvation was mine, 
when I worshipped apostles 
believing their gospels to be divine. 
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze-- 
and I thought I would bathe in the light 
of our Lord 'till the end of my days. 
 
But destiny mocked me-- 
and fate did bequest, 
that the strength of my faith in 
The Lord God Almighty be put to test." 
 
*EAPPA: 
"My son your work is matchless as 
a scribe you have been blessed, 
your skill and faith in God doth 
qualify you for our quest. 
You will sail to Southern England 
and recount their blasphemies, 
for the first step in their cure 
must be to learn of their disease." 
 
*BRAND: 
"For one so young so great an honour 
to be chosen for this task, 
have I the strength-- 
would I be worthy? 
questions that I dared not ask. 
Was I to be a missionary searching 
for lost souls to save-- 
or just another pawn in their 
monastic power games?" 
 
*BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: 
"The clerical conspiracy begins, 
we shall wash away your sins-- 
we have come to purify, 
to purge you of your liberty-- 
absolve you of all sanity, 
the 'truth' you want to hear we 
shall provide." 
 
*EAPPA: 
"How can we hope to save these 
heathen when we know not of 
their ways, 
you Wat Brand must journey southward-- 
infiltrate and then assuage, 
Only when we have this knowledge 
can we finalize our plans, 
greet them with a velvet glove-- 
then crush them 'neath an iron hand." 
 
*WALKYIER: 
Christian soldiers armed with virtue-- 
hearts afire with blind obsession, 
cannot see the difference 'twixt 
compassion and oppression. 
 
*BRAND: 
"And so with terror in my heart 
I learned what had to be, 
that I must tour these foreign shores-- 
my cross for company. 
Those who had preceded me 
of pagan devils warned-- 
with fearful tales of christian souls 
since martyred on their horns. 
 
In my tale I will tell how we 
all were deceived-- 
for in truth I was hunted not 
hunter as I had believed. 
How could I have known that the 
guide they'd provide was to 
show me far more than I'd ever 
imagined I could have desired? 
So soon would I learn 
what a fool I had been, 
there is more than one side to a coin-- 
life is not what it seems. . . 
 
It's no more than a dream." 
 
 
 ADVENT OF INSANITY  [02:27]   
A sea breeze whispers softly 
its song echoes through your mind, 
leaves you thinking of tomorrow 
and the life you left behind. 
Come turn your head to face the 
wind that fills enchanted sails, 
and drives you to your destiny 
as silent sirens wail.-- 
 
A sad lament for travellers 
held in the hands of fate, 
your future stands upon the prow-- 
your past drowns in the wake. 
What chance is there for sanity 
when madness takes the helm, 
and steers you on a downward 
spiral to his lonely realm? 
 
Watch the night-sky-seagulls fly 
and in the heavens play. 
Yet even angels stoop and still 
pick nothing up they say. 
There are things far more sinister 
that haunt the midnight air, 
the sirens serenade a warning 
telling you:-- 
 
"Beware--the waves upon the water 
are like ripples in your mind, 
and the shadows cast by nature 
show the future you may find. 
As rivers flow because they know 
that they must join the sea-- 
thus you will be carried on to 
meet your destiny." 
 
 
 DO DARK HORSES DREAM OF NIGHTMARES?  [06:26]   
Standing on a strange shore-- 
this desolate coastline, 
it offers cold comfort. 
Very little more than the sky 
for a blanket, 
the earth for my bed. 
 
*THE SISTERS OF WYRD: 
"The threads upon the loom of life 
have foreordained your coming here 
so weep not mannikin of mankind-- 
dry your worthless puppet-tears." 
 
*NARRATION: 
Unanswered questions-- 
how they play on my mind, 
now that darkness is falling and 
still there's no sign of my guide. 
Either I have been betrayed-- 
they have left me to die, 
or worse still at this moment he lies-- 
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked, 
left naked and dead with a knife 
In his back. 
 
Childhood terrors return to me now, 
from the rank stench of fear in 
the sweat on my brow. 
Deceit and despair are to me 
kith and kin, 
seduced into slumber-- 
my nightmare begins. 
 
*WODEN: 
"Welcome--welcome to my domain, 
I have been biding my time, 
Watching and waiting-- 
but now you are mine. 
Weaving the web that entwines you, 
like a puppet you play on the end 
of your strings 'till the end of 
your days." 
 
*NARRATION: 
"Daylight flees as night gives chase-- 
I'm held in panic's dank embrace, 
I smother in his cold caress-- 
the sum of all my worthlessness. 
I have been told to thank the Lord 
for all that He will send, 
but if death should come to meet me-- 
must I greet him as a friend? 
Now I see that this quest is 
a test of my fidelity-- 
has God forsaken me? 
When madness sings his lullaby a 
nightmare filled with unknown things-- 
to cast aspersion on my sanity. 
 
Faith starts to flounder in 
a mind torn apart, 
my thoughts move in time with 
the beat of my heart. 
A 'creature of habit' 
I make easy prey, 
cross, faith and fire cannot 
hold at bay the beast that 
pursues me-- 
the end drawing near. 
My soul keeps no secrets-- 
he knows what I fear. 
 
Flying so high on the wings 
of a dream, 
over mountain and forest-- 
'cross river and stream. 
While the creatures that feed 
off the doubts I invent, 
await my arrival with evil intent. 
 
*WODEN: 
"Welcome--welcome to my domain, 
I have been biding my time. 
Watching and waiting-- 
but now you are mine. 
Weaving the web that entwines you, 
like a puppet you play on the end 
of your strings 'till the end of 
your days." 
 
*NARRATOR: 
So in that twilight world that 
lies amidst life and death I dream, 
and writhe in fitful slumber no-one 
hears my silent screams. 
Except the horse's head that stares 
with black and lifeless eyes, 
atop its totem glaring as it mocks 
my helpless cries. 
 
Now I see that this quest is 
a test of my fidelity-- 
has God forsaken me? 
When madness sings his lullaby a 
nightmare filled with unknown things-- 
to cast aspersion on my sanity. 
 
Solo: Andy/Simon/Andy/Simon 
 
Shapeless forms surround me 
casting shadows in the night, 
I feel their breath upon me-- 
catch their faces in the light. 
Somnambulistic hunters come 
to prey upon my fears-- 
as peals of psychopathic laughter 
echo in my ears. 
 
Startled I waken from my death-like sleep, 
though fearful and shaken 
I crawl to my feet. 
Still my memories taunt me-- 
like ghosts they appear, 
forever to haunt me when 
darkness draws me near. 
 
*WODEN: 
"Welcome--welcome to my domain, 
I have been biding my time, 
Watching and waiting-- 
but now you are mine. 
Weaving the web that entwines you, 
like a puppet you play on the end 
of your strings 'till the end of your days." 
 
*NARRATOR: 
Then fleeing from the terrors 
of the night before I leave, 
the remnants of reality behind 
me 'neath the trees. 
Walking in the light of dawn I 
pray that God will send-- 
his wisdom now to guide me 
through this night-time without end. 
 
Now I see that this quest is 
a test of my fidelity-- 
has God forsaken me? 
When madness sings his lullaby a 
nightmare filled with unknown things-- 
to cast aspersion on my sanity. 
 
 
 THE BEST OF ENEMIES (WULF'S TALE)  [08:22]   
Oh instrument of God force-- 
fed on ignorance and lies, 
so blind and narrow-minded 
that you cannot compromise, 
Even the most foolish thief 
should know what he is taking-- 
lest he find himself within a 
cage of his own making. 
The Ways of Wyrd are many and 
our path you must decide, 
for the secrets that you seek 
are all around you-- 
use your eyes. 
The threads cannot be broken 
that have brought you here to me-- 
and bind two foes together 
like the best of enemies 
You gaze upon me-- 
I can tell what you see, 
a simple man-- 
with simple thoughts and 
simple needs. 
Superstition-- 
preying on a mind filled with fear, 
opposition-- 
to all your 'enlightened' ideas. 
Yet I will show you more than 
you can comprehend, 
beware delusion is a 
dangerous friend. 
 
Ask loaded questions seeking 
knowledge of a faith that 
you wish to pervert-- 
all our values, 
with hidden meanings 
you try concealing your 
underlying wish to convert 
'heathen' souls, 
to a faith that will doubtless 
send our Gods to the grave-- 
mistake you're making overlooking 
the fact that we might not want 
to be 'saved.' 
 
*THE SORCERERS CREED: 
Fear is an old friend of mine, 
we have met many times before, 
(Drawn to the spirits like 
moths to a flame-- 
when there is no risk then 
there can be no gain). 
Death is a harsh fact of life 
you cannot avoid or ignore. 
 
The Life-force is as strong in 
you as it is strong in me, 
the difference is what you 
hold captive I set free. 
You seek to subjugate all 
those who won't comply, 
I'll take your prejudice and 
pride and show you why-- 
the values that you held so dear 
(all your laws and rules), 
they hold no more sway here 
than the mutterings of fools. 
Just take a look about you and 
I'm sure that you will find-- 
Heaven lies within our hearts 
and Hell is but a figment of 
your mind. 
 
These teachings that you deem so 
sacred become words devoid of meaning, 
when compared unto a faith that 
preaches something worth believing. 
What is to become of us when 
truth is turned to lies, 
will none remain to wipe the tears 
when Mother Nature cries? 
 
Proceed with caution-- 
subservient to all you survey, 
hidden dangers await us on 
each step of our way. 
Do not falter-- 
for if you do you will fall, 
prey unto perils far worse 
than you've encountered before. 
Compared unto the threats we face 
your devil seems so mild, 
a relic from the faerie-tales my 
mother told me as a child. 
 
Why do you carry your God 
like a weapon-- 
a dagger drawn ready to strike, 
at the heart of a foe when you 
don't really know the reason 
that you fight?-- 
to replace our disgrace with 
the 'loving' embrace of your Lord-- 
can't you see that the plans 
made for me and my people 
to us seem absurd. 
 
*THE SORCERERS CREED: 

Death is the only recourse 
I require in my hour of need. 
(Drawn to the spirits like 
moths to a flame-- 
when there is no risk then 
there can be no gain). 
Impassive it shows no remorse 
for folly and greed. 

Pre-emptive prejudice has
dogmatised your life,
these blinkered views that once
held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
saint and sinner,
damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
an infantile faith--
by what right do you presume
to come and try to take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
amidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself"--
with this alone I can abide.

These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?

*THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR

When living your life
like an arrow in flight
you must always accept that
the end is in sight,
be grateful at least for the fact
that you knew you came to death--
he did not come for you.
You are like targets
who sit and await--
patiently suffer
the arrows of fate,
saying "I am but mortal
and destined to die--
I can change nothing
so why should I try?"

Each morning you wake is an
'ember day' dawning,
your penance for living in
permanent mourning.
By erst 'while ideals your hearts are enslaved,
you crawl out of the cradle
straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
of red wine and bread,
when you hunger for life--
but on death you are fed?

Do not underestimate
the task you undertake,
overcome your hopes and fears
and meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies--
but neither are they friends,
do not dare insult them lest
all nature you offend.
They who were here before us
will remain when we have gone,
and though we're long forgotten
still their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
the error of its ways
and in its future glimpse
reflections of our yesterdays

Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame--
when there is no risk
then there can be no gain. [REPEAT]


 HOW HAVE THE MIGHTY FALLEN?  [08:15]  
Denizens of sylvan places
hidden from the eyes of man,
courtesans with slyph-like graces
dancing to the pipes of Pan--
that echoed through the ether
notes that soared on wings of halcyon,
songs to give our lives the meaning
that we lack now they have gone.

Watch the pattern ever changing
in the tapestry of fate,
weft and weave now interlacing
silken strands that fabricate--
a cloak to fit both king and beggar,
those who rule and those that toil
are equal in the fact that
all pay homage to this mortal coil.

Icy fingers grasping madly
get a grip upon my throat--
and slowly squeeze the life out of me
on my dying words I choke,
a frantic prayer in desperation
cannot hope to make me whole,
a moment's lapse of concentration
and the spirits free my soul.

Drugs and potions surge within me--
slowly paralyze and kill me,
terrified I stumble blindly
into the unknown,
Outside looking in--observing
feelings that I find unnerving,
dying with my eyes wide open
helpless and alone.

The endless void that lies beyond--
with gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my worldly flesh aside and
plunge into eternity.

Once light hearted I departed--
on my quest hope courted me,
now a new love is my true love
and her name is misery.
Eyes as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my heart--
distract me from her milk-white hands
stained red with gore.

The fetters that bound me are broken--
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.

I plummet like a shooting-star
that shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight guide me
to the world which waits below.
I seem in need of nothing else
but rope enough to hang myself--
laughing through the gates of Hell I go.

*MY SOUL'S LAMENT:
Contained within a living shroud
my life-force fades and dies,
this weary heart grows heavy
as the coins upon my eyes.
The latch has now been lifted
on an ever open door,
and peering through I see things
as I never have before.

The hammer and the anvil meet--
in synchronicity they chime,
a sound so simple and complete
it needs no melody or rhyme.
Reforging all that I once was--
they make me into something new,
no longer trapped within this world
but transient and passing through--
the 'valley of the shadow'
far beyond the 'summerland,'
like the wild-boar is my valour
now my life is in these hands--
that keep the seething cauldron steaming,
stoke the fires of destiny,
gently take me and re-shape me
All-wise smith of sorcery.

The fetters that bound me are broken--
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.

From the 'cup of happiness'
the wine of hope I've sipped,
betrayed--I taste the bitterness
of pain upon my lips.
Though I try to drown my sorrows
they will surely drown me first,
for swallowing my pride
won't quench this thirst.

MY SOUL'S LAMENT:
In this darkness light has faded--
hope become despair,
loneliness for a companion--
with me everywhere.
I wander in confusion
while the tears that I have cried,
gleam like broken trinkets
you have worn then cast aside.

WODEN:
"Now hand-in-hand with ignorance
the power-mad run blindly,
but retribution hunts you down
and rest assured he'll find thee.
No curtain can conceal you
for the ghosts of all you slander--
await you at your journey's end,
and, to them you must answer.
The poisons born upon your tongue
will never serve to slight me,
for I have dealt with many fools and
suffer your kind lightly.
Just as you sow so shall you reap--
and I my friend have plenty,
so sit ye down and eat your words
now that your plate is empty."

The endless void that lies beyond--
with gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my worldly flesh aside and
plunge into eternity.

Once light hearted I departed--
on my quest hope courted me,
now a new love is my true love
and her name is misery.
Eyes as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my heart--
distract me from her milk-white hands
stained red with gore.

The fetters that bound me are broken--
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.

I plummet like a shooting star
that shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight guide me
to the world which waits below.
I seem in need of nothing else
but rope enough to hang myself--
laughing through the gates of Hell I go.

MY SOUL'S LAMENT:
Contained within a living shroud
my life force fades and dies,
this weary heart grows heavy
as the coins upon my eyes.
The latch has now been lifted
on an ever open door,
and peering through I see things
as I never have before.

WODEN:
"Why do the mighty view the world
through sycophantic eyes--
Then claim to us they know what's best
from pedestals of pride?
Don't take the views of others
and dismiss them out of hand--
for when your pillars crumble
tell me who will you command?"


 WILDFIRE  [04:36] 
Intro:
In thoughts from visions of the night,
when deep sleep falleth out of sight.
Many a strange thing will you dream--
though it is never what it seems.

Awakened from my troubled sleep--
where dreams once lost as
nightmares creep,
to steal my soul and suffocate
what sanity remains.
My anger mute--
my anguish blind
within this sad fragmented mind,
your eyes the spark to light the
fire that burns away my pain.

Protected by reality--
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key,
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.

Alone tonight--
myself and I,
on raven wings our spirits fly.
All hope has fallen out of sight
without the wit or will to fight.
I face up to my destiny--
you'll see another side to me,
a love that dare not speak its
name is born tonight of sweat and
flame and . . .

Wildfire--hallucinations
fill my mind with
Wildfire--a love so strong
that it is blind.
Wildfire--a dream of such
intensity,
Wildfire--it verges on
insanity.

Protected by reality--
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key--
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.

In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration--
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation--
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted--
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted--
yet tonight I am reborn in . . .

Wildfire--we're like the
spider and the fly,
Wildfire--upon your web
ensnared am I.
Wildfire--bound by threads
that hold me tight,
Wildfire--so sweet the kiss
so cruel the bite.

How could you be such a fool,
to dare to break the golden rule?
Yet in the light of day I see
that you were right--

In streams of raw emotion down
my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.

Bursting with frustration--
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation--
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted--
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted--
yet tonight I am reborn.

Now my futile cries for help
are drowned in laughter.
Searching through I know I'll
never find what I'm after.

I seek a release from this
web of deceit--
now my terror is growing.
There is no escape from my fate
it's too late--
all my fears are showing.
Though I'm running from
something that just isn't there--
the panic is real,
and you must be blind for
my words cannot hide the
heartache I feel . . .

Please God help me now.


 MYTHISTORY  [06:45] 
Brand's Soul:  Anna Wildsmith

I'm standing at the
crossroads of my life--
nothing to lose.
Each path leads to oblivion,
whichever one I choose.

Rising from the ashes of my plight
I traverse filaments of light,
that permeate my ethereal form--
on omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I can find
a balm to ease my troubled mind,
that I may glimpse things
yet unseen,
a world not grey--
but evergreen . . .

And can you blame me--
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?

For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of nature's creation?

Sisters of servitude--
fearful and fair,
who herald good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am 'empty'
may once more be 'whole.'

SPIRIT VOICES:
"Mortal be silent--
take heed as we speak,
not lightly will we return
that which you seek.
True wisdom walks hand in
hand with adversity,
knowledge exists on the
brink of uncertainty."

The moment that I saw her face
my lust I could not hide.
She knew me as no other--
viewed me through a lover's eyes.

A vision of sensual delight
pervades my senses--
and ignites new feeling
that I can't define,
desire for this succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, whore--
she is all these and yet still more
than I could hope to understand,
she takes my heart--
I take her hand . . .

And can you blame me--
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?

All my life I have yearned--
how my spirit has burned,
to taste of the fruits
that my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so pure
she could truly outshine any
star that the Lord God has made.

Sisters of servitude--
fearful and fair,
who herald good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am 'empty'
may once more be 'whole.'

"THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL":
"Brand look no further--
for that which was lost can
be found in me if your
distrust becomes troth.
I will bestow you with
riches untold,
for I am your 'harvest-home'--
I am your soul.

Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go--
I go with thee.

Corn is the gold that
will shine in the Summertime,
leaves are the emeralds
you find in the Spring.
At Autumn they turn and
as copper they burn,
then fall like the diamonds
that bleak Winter brings.

From the beginning when hoar--
frost and flame collided--
the birth of the world
to proclaim,
your lives have been guided--
decided by fate,
unaltered by changes that
you try to make.

The world keeps on turning--
men still live and die,
though many have questions
so few even try,
to search for the answers
that you have found here--
unaware of the threads in
the web that is wyrd."

Drowning in the waves which carry me
'cross oceans of tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my mind--
washed up like flotsam on the
tides of time.
I've no desire to return
from whence I came
now I have learned,
within us all resides
a dream of days not grey--
but evergreen . . .

And can you blame me--
is it such a crime,
to crave for on small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?

For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of nature's creation?

----

All that is left of those
times are my memories,
days long since past into
realms of antiquity.
Tales round the fireside
from old men who reminisce,
speak of lost youth and
the age of 'Mythistory.'
Many a cold Winter's night
she has come to me--
easing my sorrows and
soothing my fears,
in the dreams of this old man
a soft voice still comforts me,
made young once more by
the words that I hear.

"Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go--
I go with thee . . .
I go with thee."

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