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Isis And Osiris

Autor:  DerkhanBlue

Isis And Osiris
by Ayreon

1a. LET THE JOURNEY BEGIN

Highlander:

What heathen place is this that I've arrived in?

Is now the time I pay for all my sins?

I can't believe that this is God's creation,

This realm was fashioned by the Devil's one hand.

 

Indian:

No it has been foretold.

In your legends of old.

Wake the spirit within.

Let the journey begin.

 

Highlander:

This quest you speak is for redemption.

How can we travel when our souls are lost?

You think we find ourselves at gates of new salvation,

When I can only sense the end is here.

 

Indian:

No it has been foretold.

In your legends of old.

Wake the spirit within.

Let the journey begin.

 

Knight:

We're at the gates of Avalon.

The island of spirits.

We're at the gates of Avalon.

In search of the grail.

 

1b. THE HALL OF ISIS AND OSIRIS

Roman:

There is no way out, slaves for eternity.

Down in the underworld, the jaws of orcus.

I call on Jupiter, the ruler of the gods,

Show us the way, from damnation to salvation.

 

Egyptian:

The fields of Yaaruh lie waiting for us all.

Rejoice! The judges have ruled.

We have been chosen to enter the great hall.

Of Isis and Osiris.

 

Roman:

No, you're wrong, we're trapped here in darkness,

Along departed souls, and mislaid spirits.

I call on Mars, the ancient god of war,

Grant me the power, to free me from this evil

 

Egyptian:

The fields of Yaaruh lie waiting for us all.

Rejoice! The judges have ruled.

We have been chosen to enter the great hall.

Of Isis and Osiris.

 

1c. STRANGE CONSTELLATIONS

Highlander:

Can you see the stars?

Can you recognize the constellations?

If I could only see the hills that we're supposed to climb.

Even the sunlight... doesn't warm... doesn't warm.

How are we gonna find our way?

If we can't recognize the stars, if we can't recognize the constellations.

Where do we go?

 

1d. REPRISE

Highlander:

The quest you speak of, it isn't bound for glory.

No grail exists within this heathen land.

When I can only sense... the end is near.



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