@ALBUM: Aion
 
^     1:39     Arrival And The Reunion
@     2:34     Saltarello, Instrumental Danse
@     1:54     Mephisto
^     3:46     The Song Of The Sibyl
*&    6:03     Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Book
^     5:17     As The Bell Rings The maypole Spins
^     2:06     End Of Words
*&    5:57     Black Sun
^     1:24     Wilderness
^     3:24     The Promised Womb
@     1:19     The Garden Of Zephirus
^     2:48     Radharc
 
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                                    (Aion)
@SONG: FORTUNE PRESENTS GIFTS NOT ACCORDING TO THE BOOK
 
               Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Books
               Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Books
 
                     When you expect whistles, it's flutes
                    when you expect flutes, it's whistles.
   What various paths are followed in distributing honors and possessions
>          she gives awards to some and penitents cloaks to others.
                     When you expect whistles, it's flutes
                     when you expect flutes, it's whistles
     Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd af his cottage and goatpen
          and to whomever she fancies the lamest goat is born to kids
 
 
[Chad: I think the proper line above should read "...penitent strokes..."]

                    When you expect whistles, it's flutes
                    when you expect flutes, it's whistles.
 
                Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg.
                           he swings in the sun
                  While another gets away with a thousand crimes
  
                     When you expect whistles, it's flutes
                    when you expect flutes, it's whistles.
 

 
                                   (Aion)
@SONG: BLACK SUN
 
                                    MURDER!
                                 Man of Fire!
                                    MURDER!
                      I've seen the eyes of living Death.
                          It's descending, survival, 
                     the great mass [lay-a-] awaiting [gain],
 
Dave:["great mass lay-waiting game"]
Bud:[Why is the great mass awaiting "game"?]
 
                             embalmed, prayerful,
                            dying in fear of pain!
 
                          All sense of FREEDOM gone!
 
                                 Black Sun...
                              in a white world...
                            Like having a black son
                               in a white world.
 
                                 I have a son!
                              His name is [Ethan]
                            It's his birthright...
                           beyond the strange light.
 
Dave:[* is Ethan a biblical name?]
 
Bud:[I too thought it sounded a bit like "EE-thin," but 
     I am not sure of the significanse or the meaning...
    "Ethan" is not a biblical name as far as I am aware.]
 
Chad:[Are you sure it shouldn't read "Eden"? A sone named Eden? It would
fit with the bit about its being his birth-right.]

                               Give me 69 years
                           and a season in this hell

Bud:[possibly "another season in this hell"]
 
                           there's all sex and death
                           as far as eyes can tell.
 
                         Like Prometheus we are bound
                             chained to this rock
                             of a brave new world
                           our [god forsaken lost].

Chad:[I think this might be "Our godforsaken love"]
 
                              And I have a fear,
                       it's all we ever needed to know.
                     So, worlds end and the seas run cold!
 
                               Give me 69 years
                          and the season in this hell
                           there's all sex and death
                           in Mother Nature's plans.
 
                         Like Prometheus, we are bound
                             chained to this rock
                             of a brave new world
                           our god, forsaken, lost.