Nights in comets;
 they are my angels
 and bright,
 dally down with behind so dark;
 oh a moment
 we stuck it out,
 too much surround
 and stars,
 so perfect in light.

 They ripped the sky tonight;
 The reason for my trip
 is all important
 as the world can never know
 they were real;
 you ask in why
 for it's a natural instinct;
 for they were the beacon,
 they were leader
 and only one left this night,
 and his name is Zeus.

 Our crusade begun
 616 suns before;
 Avalon jaded,
 all enemies sedated;
 they needed me-
 I am Jevea of Arcadia
 and in 500 years
 I will save France,
 through her blood.

 we tracked the tired Titan
 to the edge of the sea;
 his magic waning
 and his life draining
 into cool pools of charm;
 he had enough starlight
 to destroy our leading Calvary.

 He remembered times
 and a peace of illness-free;
 They were the guardians
 of earth against the things
 in blackness; a tremble,
 a fit from a demon to see them.

 (He said)
 "Gone, and a crackle will see,
 endings start,
 in remembering not to fall
 for a tender touch,
 a bane in reasons of her smile;
 she never ends in issue-

 a key,
 she unlocks
 your place of want;
 Not matter if sorrow passes,
 she likes it"

 The arrows rain,
 and the last is gone;
 that day did come,
 I saw it in a dream
 whilst Galahad and Arthur
 celebrate the end
 of thought tyranny I planted...

 I am a destroyer of worlds
 as the sky revolts;
 we watch as god frowns
 and they pay the price;
 they will stop believing
 and God will slowly be forgotten.

 I remember Zeus at our gates,
 Adam and I knew we were safe;
 his bellow that night
 when he found
 what was left of Adam...
 I heard it leagues away
 on my way to Atlantis;

 I'm sorry I can't help it;
 I look on at sky
 as I think it's beautiful
 in its hate of me