The Seven Years Between

by Frederick the Victorious

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FREDERICK THE VICTORIOUS is the primary musical medium through which the ETHEREAN CHRONICLES will be told. The chronicles encompass a multi-volume epic, written by Nicholas Villani.

IN SUMMARY. After the startling discovery of The Canvas Never-Ending Tome in the far reaches of the Sarchen Veil, a brutal rivalry erupts between the twin Lords of the Etherean Steppe, Aden and Dragus; each brother seeking to control the Tome and its formula for eternal life. This rivalry culminates in their accidental creation of a new and monstrous evil – The Bloodshot; setting the stage for a series of conflicts that will span over one thousand years and two different worlds filled with enchantment and mystery.

EACH VOLUME details the separate lives centrally positioned within the events that unfold. Frederick's story is unique to the narrative in that he is the first of the young race of Barren to bridge the gap between worlds; exploring both the vast bleak stonescape of The Etherean Steppe and the lush, wooded mountains and lakes of Ortha. In doing so, he will unknowingly carry out a meticulously planned vengeance for Lahkrum, Son of Aden, Watcher of the World Within, Disgraced Criminal Prince of the Vigorund Court.

THE SEVEN YEARS BETWEEN is a smattering of journal entries left by both Frederick Everwynn and Benedict Crowley during the Vigorund Wars.

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released July 25, 2013

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Track Name: An Evening with Mr. Benedict Crowley
Just speak softly, speak your mind, take your time. The words you wait to say are always the best kind. Just let your secrets become...the windows that we look from. Dinner and a drink! We're much more than just dinner and a drink!
We're not made of just dinner and a drink! Though we'll always be Golden, golden!

Oh, take us to the table, where all the dishes turn to dust and all the dancers look to us to lead the way.
Oh, you take us down the stairs, and let the chandeliers tell the story. Let the chandeliers, say it all, it all.

Just breath slowly, let the lights, take your eyes down. The stare you couldn't catch, is never the last one. Just let your body guide you out of the step you’re used to. Dinner and a drink! We're much more than just dinner and a drink! We're not made of just dinner and a drink! Though we'll always be Golden, golden!

Just come closer, and say the words you'd you say if you were saying them to him. Just come closer, and pretend the face that you see if the face that you need. Just come closer, just come closer, just come closer to me tonight.
Track Name: Patience
Broad strokes, they can’t define her…but still I sit here in the corner of the room and I try. Wise words advise against her - but like a moth to the flame I move beside her and I wait. Why? Patience, it is a virtue - just ask the man who died while waiting for his dream to come true. Bravery, while it’s less so - every time he took a risk he just took one step closer. May I please sit next to you? Beautiful stranger across a crowded room.

All these eyes in the room - I get jealous when they follow you. Don't underestimate the labor of my luck. All the hands in the worlds - well they couldn't hold you. They couldn't hold you from me. May I please sit next to you? Beautiful stranger across a crowded room.

I am calling out her name, is this a dream or am I awake? Though I never say "I never" - I know I'll never see her again. So I can't explain it - and I can't tell you why. But I do know that fools are full of reasons and the wise men - well they never even try. So I call across a crowded room and risk tonight to dream alone.
Track Name: In Constant Dialogue
Nothing's changed since the last time that I saw them. Sweet circled margins and they keep on getting thinner. You love what you have, but you never have a moment to say that you love them back. So say that you love them.

In constant dialogue we take up where we left off...Yes, it's seven years later, but our skin has grown thicker. I see your heart is still strong, but it’s too tired to be waiting...so just tell them that you love them back. Say that you love them.
Track Name: The Perfect Accomplice
Look, this place is on fire we can’t stay here anymore. These walls they are tired of hearing the sad songs. So pick up your things and leave this house, this home. So pick up your things and leave this shell of me.

Wake, your eyes they are drifting as darkness creates, the perfect accomplice to a compelling fate. So pick up your things and leave this house, this home. So pick up your things, I am already gone.

Wait, don’t forget all the stories that we never made. Don’t forget all the moments we traded for mistakes. So pick up your things and leave this house, this home. So pick up your things, now you are on your own.

Tell me why you had to lie, tell me how you felt inside when I died. Tell me why you had to go, tell me that you didn’t know. Why did you go? Why did you go? You and I we could take the world together. You and I we could take the world alone. You and I we could take this word, forever and ever. You and I we could take the world alone.
Track Name: Pen and Ink
Write me a story little boy, I’m at a loss for words…could you please take this pen and guide it to the paper. Tell them how it all came to be, among the beggars and the thieves, tell them how we all find each other and the things we dreamed turn
to the things we see.

Paint me a picture little boy, my hand’s no longer steady…take the brush and guide it to the canvas. Show them all the things you’ve seen, though they’ll never understand the splendor. It would be cruel to deny them of just an image of the life you lived.

Sing us a song now little boy, our voices have grown tired…lift your body and guide your melody towards us. Serenade them all tonight; let them hear the sound of your music. For tomorrow we will be gone…dust to dust and ashes to ashes.
Track Name: Through Golden Doors Locked
For crossing the edges of plans laid supreme. For deciphering patterns just to forget what they mean. For legends forgotten deep under the ground. For the words left unspoken, let echo their sound.

For soft spoken methods and delicate hands. For measuring moments, not wealth, to measure a man. For our daughters of darkness, her fair skin and black hair. For knowing the difference between hope and despair.

I am past where the widows are keeping close watch. I am deep in the woods, through which we used to walk. I am over the edge, through a golden door locked. I am the song and the sadness. I wait in secret and in madness. lay still.
Track Name: Into Caverns Candlelit
Follow the steps uncovered to places left undiscovered (for it’s in caverns candlelit that you'll find what you are looking for). So tell her what you need to know! See through the summer sun to the break of Fall! To heal your broken heart just forget the one you broke it for and remember, simply said is never simply done.

It is the history of unforeseen against the reinvention of routine. Arms up! Will it be the the courtesan or the calamity? The present is always prescient but it lacks the romance of the past. So if you plan to make an impression, you'd better make it fast.

If you don't look and you don't touch, you'll always alone. If you don't move and you don't rush, you'll never find your back home. He has a way out to win her, and she has the truth in her eyes. So don't you look at her…don't you look at her, young man.
Track Name: On Mountaintops
On mountain tops - we call out to all the friends we lost. Cold air breaks in a silent pause. It’s a grim reminder on mountaintops - we all get lost, we all get lost. So we say it out loud, then we fall to the ground! On mountain tops - the shadows are white and the light makes us dark. It’s distracting our focus, cause we're getting older and hard to remember so we say it out loud, and then we fall to the ground.

Burning the pages that we never read. The moment is warm to our face and our hands. The fire takes memories we never had on On mountaintops - we all get lost. Framing the pictures right next to our beds. The faces familiar ease us into rest. The slumber is no real escape from the test on mountaintops - we all get lost.
Track Name: At The Gates
Sunrise, sunset- by the light of the moon our eyes connect…and like, she said, seven years is not too long to forget. Green eyes, they are deep set, the stare that she gives could break my neck….and so I hold the ground beneath me, and try to forget her name, for it is built on lies. Go where the sinners play and the saints go to die. The beautiful ones they always go down in flames; the damned are the ones who must watch them fall at the Gates.

Black hair, it runs thin, the immaculate change from a boy to a man. And so she fails to draw conclusions, and she tries to forget his name, for it is built on lies. Go where the sinners play and the saints go to die. The beautiful ones they always go down in flames; the damned are the ones who must watch them fall at the Gates.

The beautiful and the damned return to seal away their sorrows- the beautiful and the damned, return again until the end of time. The beautiful and damned, they can’t remember how it started. So arrest their souls, arrest their souls, and pray they can’t remember why.

Forget their names, for they are built on lies. Go where the sinners play and the saints go to die. The beautiful ones they always go down in flames; the damned are the ones who must watch them fall at the Gates.