(The Oracles remark that the her attempted escape has set into motion the inescapable series of events to come.)
(The Flame inside her drives the need to escape. Ms. Terri is wounded and nearing exhaustion when she spots a River in the distance.)
(The unknown group of henchmen chasing her feels like a manifestation of the years 'plagued' by lusting patrons of the brothel that 'tear at her skin'.)
(She tries to symbolically and literally leave her life as a sex worker behind. She appears to be afflicted with a 'plight' or a curse, a curse she may be worried about passing to her offstring.)
(Ms. Terri, discovers she is pregnant. She deliberates and  decides to flee.)
Please, what happened to the Flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history
Revealing thoughts of Ms. Terri
 
In the heat of the night
A woman wealthy of a parous plight
erased a harlot's life.
(With the moon at her back, unaware of
what could be)
 
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust,
they tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
 
Free, pardoned by the Flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams,
but she persisted to the streets
 
In the heat of the night, the River rendered
the chance she surely needs
to stay alive
 
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust,
they tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
 
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breathe escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
 
Places, people, the stage is set
Places, people, the stage is set
 
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust,
they tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
 
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust,
they tear at her skin
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of
desperate and a lack of regret
(Oh, the trouble began, but it never ended)
(Far from the City, beyond the Tree, beside the Lake, is a peaceful home waiting to be found. An introduction to the musical themes and leitmotifs that represent the Boy and his home, the Lake.)
(The Oracles tell of the birth of a Child by the Mother.)
 
 
 
 
(In a thorough manner, they detail the events to come and their inevitable fate: Her; bonded to Hell for the birth of the Child, Him; destined to an existence in which death and life are indistinguishable to the point that He will lust for an end to His suffering.)
 
 
 
 
(The Mother will experience Hell in the world of the dead. The Boy will experience Hell in the world of the living.)
 
 
 
(The Mother is referred to as The Flame, the ignition source, while the Boy is seen as The Fire, the persistent burning created subsequently.)
On top of being a shrine to The Dear Hunter, this is designed to be a companion site for you to read along and enjoy while listening to the album. Links to the other albums will appear in the aside panel as I create them. Please keep in mind that any commentary or analysis of the story is just my own interpretation. I want to include context or elaboration on the story for listeners so they may enjoy the Acts as much as possible, but my commentary might be wrong. I hope you enjoy, thank you!
Believe you me: the price is clear
A Child born, the mother near
To death and life as hand in hand
A failed life exposed the man
Who led her off into the flame
To cast her back to Hell again
 
But hear you me: the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof
Unto the lake beyond the tree
The Child waits, alone is he
 
The Flame is gone, the Fire remains
The Flame is gone, the Fire remains
The Flame is gone, the Fire remains
The Flame is gone, the Fire remains
 
The flame is gone, the fire remains
The flame is gone, the fire remains ...