Be'Eth the Clairvoyant the Whirler of Fate Lyrics

The blackened gypsy princess: "I know thee, thine beautiful and thine vile words I've heard, thine courageous deeds I have witnessed, and for the healing of thine wounds I've prayed. Thine stubbling on the ways of mortal life, thine persevering stubbornness, as the sword vengeance rejected, I was there to see your indecision. As live was given and quickly stolen again, your vague utterings, your longing for anonimity, your desire for someone with the power to absolve you of life itself. But through thine desperation, I beheld the purest of creatures."

Nirion: "You are too kind for my missteps, I cannot fuddle all that has been."

"All that has been?? If thou doth wish to fuddle all that has been[, then in thine pureness stupid thee art. There is more beauty in there than once there was in your entire godlike endlessness. You have made a choice ages ago, why dost thou fear it...]Alone? Yes. Powerfull? Yes. Wise? Yes. What is it then you wish more?

The winning cards are in thine hands, all of them. Cans't thou deny that? I think not. Then seize thine [courage and] sword of life and death and make those of thine own race remember thee 'ere they roam. Make the heavens tremble and the hells fill."

Nirion: "Ahhh, sweet lady, you depict solitude as a winning card. I once used to think alike...an occulted whining omen of my downfall it was."

"T'is not what I said, gentlest of warriors, alone in the power that matters amidst the wrongly powered, a simple riddle to solve. And you, of all, should never speak of downfall, you are a wingbeat away from the utmost victory."

"Hmmm, my eyes seem to be opening. The only giver of life, a ravishing delight. So this is the choice you propose. Knowledge suits only the server, a sumptuous knowledge in itself."

"Does this revelation amaze you? The godman's vision must be clouded for he sees not the Imperishable Mystery within his own self and all that surround him...let us rejoice, as this time for once the order of things will not be reversed. If you make the right choice, and I pray you will."

Nirion: "Hah, let your sweet voice mask your wisdom, and know my words, I cannot be the purest, as long as you live, and I need not be."

An intermezzo of the dawning delight and the darkest of depressions:

"Sought in the heavens, and found in the mind of a girl, one of the many mysteries the lassies guard with their lives...never as sweet as aftertime."

And now, abloom his tree of life, once adjust by hate, from the soils it rose, overtowering and glorious...

Some say that everyone is the architect of his own fortune, t'is simplistic and abashing, be your own architect and your palace will crumble.

For if one advice I may give to all who dream of a future new, then it is this: Amalgamate your joy in life with your hope, acervate truth and fantasy, and your bark will be worse than your bite.

You will look as fragile as porcelain and your words as soft as silk will you utter, all true will adore and love you.

But those who breed vile purposes and bedim the fruits of your labour, antlers of pure evilshed silver will tear them to shreds. Then you, sweet child of man, might ask to me if I, of all, live by my words...

My answer: "I am the Loner,
Ne'er someone to live for."

This is the end of Part One.