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Verhaal, artiesten & illustraties
Concertagenda
CD 1
Intro
Spellbound
Passion
Waracle
Wherever you are
Computer eyes
Calliopeia
Valley of the queens
Haunted
The charm of the seer
Deceiver / Songs of the ocean
CD 2
Day one: Vigil
Day three: Pain
Nostalgia
Out in the real world
The castle hall
Into the black hole
When the levee breaks
Day eleven: Love

(Peter Daltrey):






"At last! You enter the Electric castle! Here in this vast hall where even shadows fear the light ~ here you must confront your past. If you have killed, beware of the gathering of spirits for they do fish for men. Here, the disembodied astral world becomes flesh once more. I pity the men of swords. For here blood runs cold..."

Marcela:



Marcela & Diana:


Marcela:

Damian:







Damian, Marcela &  
Diana:

Damian:

Marcela:

Damian:
Marcela:
Damian:

Marcela:
Damian:
Damian, Marcela &  
Diana:


Cries from the grave resound in my ears
They hail from beyond my darkest fears
Faces of the past are etched in my brain
The women are brave, the men of slains
Shades of the dead are sliding on the wall
Demons dance in the castle hall

(Introduceert Damian Wilson)

I call upon the sword, the mighty Excalibur
Grant me the skill to fulfil my quest
I call upon my king and the knights of the table round
Grant me the courage to stand to this test
I call upon the seer, Merlin the sorcerer
Grant me the magic to end my pain
I call upon the spirit that lives in my noble heart
Grant me the passion that's within my veins

Shades of the dead are sliding on the wall
Demons dance in the castle hall
The castle hall!

Cries from the grave resound in my ears
They hail from beyond my darkest fears
I call upon the seer, Merlin the sorcerer
(Faces of the past are etched in my brain)
Grant me the magic to end my pain
I call upon the spirit that lives in a noble heart
(The women are brave, the men of slains)
Grant me the passion that's within my veins

Shades of the dead are sliding on the wall
Demons dance in the castle hall