Time for gathering Beware of the barriers they are weak Blinded we were led astray Behold as the truth of might returns Manipulation open your eyes and
Black Death is his best friend Pain and torture, flames and slaughter The smell of blood everywhere Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours Dying fighters When the Warlord
the core. Reveals the darkness of your heart, and points you to the LORD. Warlordís Sword/The Word of Truth, Wars against the flesh. Warlordí
Through Pioneer 10 and Voyager 1 We've launched our knowledge to other suns Aspiring and reaching for the highest of beings We've lost our search for
on the eve of tribulation before the morrow's wrath it was then then that the covens gathered for the final black mass! the moon it was full and the time
You made me see right past myself well beyond my fears Realized I'm synchronized far beyond my years I'm so geared into them I serve unto their souls
Deliver us from all the wicked Deliver us from the woe Free, these chains of hell and now's the time to strike the final blow One by one, to the swords
Life, I know it so well It's sorrow and tears and death An abode of hell My living hell . . . Tomorrow I fear my breath Will forever fail Life, a moment
We descend from the belt of Orion Our life-giving star has come to an end Civilization is dying We deem to survive, we search for a land And we've explored
My name is Man, from dust I stand, A newborn song, a story. Upon this land, Almighty hands, Hath filled my eyes with glory. The life I breathe, a Force
He was once a younger man, just like you and I But times have changed for this old man, the story makes you cry Now the nights are getting colder, can
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We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream. I dream about a season I sleep
I feel the pain inside my heart like a knife it tears me apart My tears they shed I have no one God, please tell me what i have done I have no friends
The morning has come with the dawn of the sun, and the masses arise to the day. They meet their despair in pointless travail, lost in the eyes of the
[based on John Milton's PARADISE LOST - 1667] They rise from this fiery region, On dragon-like wings, by thousands they've come to war. And dark are
It comes through the heavens, on a mission from hell A force of destruction, that nothing can repel A story is born that no one will live to tell The
[based on Homer's Iliad] As time marches back to infinity I behold in my eyes That this land of serenity Once was a furnace of fire. At swords, were