Serpent's Egg 1. The Host of Seraphim 2. Orbis De Ignis 3. Severance 4. The Writing on my Father's Hand 5. In the Kingdom of the Blind the One-Eyed are Kings 6. Chant of the Paladin 7. Song of Sophia 8. Echolalia 9. Mother Tongue 10. Ullyses Severance Severance, The birds of leaving call to us, yet here we stand endowed with the fear of flight. Overland the winds of change consume the land, while we remain in the shadow of summers now past. When all the leaves have fallen and turned to dust, will we remain entrenched within our ways. Indifference, the plague that moves throughout this land Omen signs in the shapes of things to come. Tomorrow's child is the only child. In The Kingdom Of The Blind The One-Eyed Are Kings If it were within our power, beyond the reach of slavish pride. To no longer harbour grievances, behind the mask's opportunists facade. We could welcome the responsibility like a long lost friend, and re-establish the kingdom of laughter in the dolls house once again. For time has imprisoned us in the order of our years, in the discipline of our ways and in the passing of momentary stillness we can view our chaos in motion and the subsequent collisions of fools well versed in the subtle art of slavery. Song Of Sophia With one wish we wake the will within wisdom. With one will we wish the wisdom within waking. Woken, wishing, willing. Ulysses John Francis Dooley wipe the sleep from your eyes and embrace the light. You have slept now for a thousand years beneath starless nights. And now its time for you to renounce the old ways and see a new dawn rise. In former days the masks were raised when the god came down from off the mountain, and a sacrifice was made for they knew the day of wrath was fast approaching. Just like yesterday, before the war John Francis Dooley the scapegoat has run all our sins are disowned, and now it's time for you to take off thy mask and cross the Rubicon. If you and I were one within the eyes of our designs it would still not change the fact of our leaving. For tonight we must leave with the first gentle breeze for the Isles of Ken we are assailing Just like Ulysses, on an open sea. On an odyssey of self discovery.