the banishment

, a perceptable tension is hovering above ayreon's hometown. something is at hand. the townspeople gather on the market square to judge of ayreon. is he a prophet or a charlatan, or even worse: an apparition most unholy?, the villagers accuse ayreon of being the devil's spawn, but ayreon persists in his innocence. have you seen his eyes, up in the skies, like hypnotized, and he never smiles, he never cries, have you heard his song, fierce and strong, right or wrong, should he be condemned, for he doesn't belong, what have i done, you've aroused the forces of destruction, what have i done, you've unleashed the rage of the gods, what have i done, you've denounced the wonder of creation, what have i done, you've betrayed your own, now you have to pay, it has been foretold, in days of old, 'n evil soul, will corrupt the world, to achieve his goal, he's the devil's seed, an evil breed, he's gonna make you bleed, he'll take all he needs, with uncontrolable greed, i've done nothing at all, no nothing at all, with sticks and torches in hand, the angry villagers drive ayreon out of their demesne. completely exhausted ayreon roams through the forest, only an indistinct sense of accomplishment sustains him. if i have died, then this must be hell, if i'm alive, i cannot break this gruesome spell, i am seeking relief and finding none, i have fallen into oblivion, a force within dominates my tormented soul, and empowers me to regain absolute control, i shall not yield, for i am the chosen one, who shall rise from oblivion, good fate has guided ayreon to camelot, king arthur's castle, where he is welcomed as a worthy minstrel.