The Gathering - Blind Guardian

Imago dei

The meaning stays hollow and vague

Encrypted are these words of old

It is a play

An incensation for foolish dreamers

This age of not knowing is endless

Its reign is eternal

Thus, there is a way

There must be

Disgraceful suffering

That might be to their liking

I was promised truth

But our league is broken

Your passion for these

These earth creepers

It is beyond compare

They still insist on blaming me

Though it is him

Who stole the light

I believed in the power of the throne

Yes, we once were protectors

Guardians

But that is long gone by

We are myth

No more than a myth

Go

Curse the world

For what we are

Is what we are

Our true nature is not off matter

Resistance shall be thine

Your wish

It shall be granted

This battle is not over, yet