@ALBUM: Serpent's Egg (%)
^     6:19     Host Of Seraphim
^     1:35     Orbis De Ignis
*%    3:23     Severance
^     4:51     Writing On My Father's Hand
*%    4:11     In The Kingdom Of The Blind The One-Eyed Are Kings
^     3:49     Chant Of The Paladin
^%    1:24     Song Of Sophia
^     1:17     Echolalia
^     5:17     Mother Tongue
*^%   5:10     Ullyses
          CD5 UK 4-A-D CAD808CD
& = In Progress
% = Finished
* = Lyrics in English
^ = Lyrics in unknown language
                                (Serpent's Egg)
                        the birds of leaving call to us
                               yet here we stand
                        endowed with the fear of flight
                     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?
                  the plague what moves throughout this land
                                  Omen signs
                       in the shapes of things to come.
                      Tomorrow's child is the only child
                      tomorrow's child is the only child
                                (Serpent's Egg)
                              If it were within, 
                               within our power
                               beyond the reach
                               of slavish pride,
                                 to no-longer
                              harbour grievances
                               behind the mask's
                             opportunists facade,
                        we could welcome responsibility
                            like a long lost friend
                           and re-establish laughter
                        in the doll's 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
                        You can see our chaos in motion
                              our chaos in motion
                        We can view our chaos in motion
                          view our chaos in motion...
                   ...and the subsequent collisions of fools
                   well-versed in the subtle art of slavery.

@SONG: Song of Sophia

With one wish we wake the will
within wisdom
With one will we wish the wisdom
within waking
Woken, wishing, willing

                                 Serpent's Egg
                              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 it's time for you to renounce the old ways
                           and see a new dawn rise.
                                In formet 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 Ullyses, on an open sea
                                 On an odyssey
                             of self-discovery...