Down in the valley on a midwinter's nightwalks The Crone, unseen my human kindHer weary heart longing for restHer eyes saw too much of sorrow and griefThere was a time when She was adoredand the valley full of bliss and joyuntil the day the gaunt one appearedHe never smiled nor shed any tear!And he raised his voice: "Behold I'm Messiah!"It was then She knew the time had come!A dream? A dream?It's only a dream!A dream? A dream?She lives in my dreamsThe man, he spoke of commandments and sinof wicked wifes, of chaste and virtious menHe'd sown the seed of mischief in their hearts:Those once proud, now a submissive crowd!And he raise his voice: "Behold I'm Messiah!I'm the son of god!I come in fire!My kingdom come!My will be done!"It was then She knew her time had come!A dream? A dream? It's only a dream!A dream? A dream? She lives in my dreams ...Now the blind are leading the blind!Independence and wisdom exchanged for ignorance and minoritySeizure and oppression amongst the once born free!But still no one daredto raise a hand against The CroneThey were aware - despite his sermons - that She still heldThe Strength and The Power!And as She makes her way through centuries and decadesShe waits for human kind to awaketo shake off the chains of Messiah!In patience She walks the world in search for those who upholdthe memeto of the Golden Age!While in his church, in fitful slepe, tormented by nightmareslies Messiah in fright of the dark!The demons he raised to strike the blind with fearwere not just a mirage: They've become alive - to haunt Messiah!To end creation's devastation, the senseless sacrificeShe, The Weaver, weaves The Veil of Damnation!And out of the dark, Valkyries and Erinyes risingAvenging Angels of doom!Called by The Crone the wandering ones seek for vengeanceAwaiting the Last Stand!The Earth awakes in fire, thunderstorm and lightningNight calls into being decline!And up in the skies: The Crone in the midst of silenceArmagideon has now begun!And out of his dreams Messiah pleas:"Goddess, have mercy upon me!!!""Misguided prophet see My Scythe descending over you!!!"Down in the valley neath the river of timesits The Crone remembering human kindNow winter's gone and springtime has comeAnd all the ashes are washed away...And he raise his voice: "Behold I'm Messiah!I'm the son of god!I come in fire!My kingdom come!My will be done!"It was then She knew her time had come!A dream? A dream? It's only a dream!A dream? A dream? She lives in my dreams ...