The days are painted with sullen colors
While in a field two dogs play...

His greed left him; the curse of the egg was gone.
Unknown to him, in the plan he was just a pawn...

Too true in perfect harmony they were.
Yet love's first glance did bring them both to...

The morning bell chimes to wake from slumber
Endless numbers of those asleep...

Once upon a nighttime slumber, counting sheep...
And wondering how I would feel if I should wake...

As he skulked through the cave, his torch burning...
He saw bones, ancient bones, as they came into...

The inferno rages on inside
It burns with the fires of a thousand suns...

I am the Father, Your Creator,
The Beginning and the End...

Life is but a stream of days
Flowing ever on its way...

He still wanted to retrieve the egg, in greed he...
How foolish he was to want it still, and yet not...

In a land far away, full of mythical beasts,
There where two caves far to the east...

For an hour he sat on that rocky beach
He kept the half egg just within his reach...