SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (G)

[Music/Lyrics: Richter] / Will you follow me into the light / The fortress of wisdom, a star shining bright...

A straight razor and a flick of the wrist / Brass knuckles and a willing fist / A big knife and a little scream...

Keep your enemies closer they say / But I prefer mine dead and miles away / Wanna save the world now and right away?...

(They) tell me I ain't real. / That I'm a fantasy. / How do you think it makes me feel....

Out－運命[さだめ]と言って奴は去った / Past－望みを置き去りに / Time－すべては動きだした...

Raped by a Beast / Naked and Cold / Inside her womb...

I am allergic to my own tongue / Licking my wounds, end up in tears / I sweep my teeth in yellow spit...

(They) tell me I ain't real. / That I'm a fantasy. / How do you think it makes me feel....

Blah blah blah, I can hear my own song / Wake up to the sun just to hear my own song / La La La, I can feel my own song...

Oh I am Fuckin' an animal / I'm fuckin' an animal / I'm holding on the horns...

I'll come to town for you / Dress up like a clown for you / Pull my pants on down for you...

Ahhh...sweet youth / The joys of becoming a teenage prostitute / Or in my case a blood-crazed gladiator...

1. The Dragon Lies Bleeding / 2. The Metal Age / 3. HammerFall...

1. Patient Zero / 2. Heeding the Call / 3. Any Means Necessary...

1. Treshold / 2. The Dragon Lies Bleeding / 3. Let The Hammer Fall...

Here we go again, on a 747, / Looking at the clouds from the other side of heaven, / Smoking & drinking, never gonna stop,...

I, on the rafters of mass to a savior / He was looking not once to his creator / Time is not existent during labor...

Como un llanto perdido, busca una sonrisa / Un abrazo sin dueño que pide perdón / Una voz que demanda ser escuchada...

I wasn't in the room when the action was going down / I may have been there once but at the time I was out of town / I'm seeing strange fruit, they're saying off with his head...

within the realm of Yggdrasil / The mighty Nidhogg resides / wielding with strength beyond words...

Greg looked to the ceiling, his eyes as empty as they were the day he had moved out of his parent's house. Sitting on his twin sized mattress, he felt alone, yet his eyes darted around as if to look for anyone or anything watching. The ceiling was covered in mold, the green splotches complimenting the grey-yellow hue of the paint job, or lack thereof, as well as the flowery yet dull wallpaper encasing him in his room. His eyes kept darting about, looking for something to draw his attention to, yet nothing caught his eyes....

The curtains were closed, blocking the outside world from his view. Greg had gotten tired of the hustle and bustle of the outside world, the honking cars and bright lights that only made his eyes strain. While the muted colors of his one-room apartment seemed oppressive and dull, they were easier to digest than anything else. Standing up, he hobbled over to his kitchen counter, pen in hand, and tore a fresh sheet of lined paper from his notebook. His mind was as clear as a foggy day, sentences and thoughts flowing through his head like schools of fish. Laying his arm on the counter and his pen on the page, his thoughts began to flow through the ink....

Whoever is reading this, I can understand your confusion and distress, and I sympathize with you. If it helps at all, I'm confused as well. I never thought I would get to this point, but here I am today. If you take a moment to think about it, though, not much has changed. I'm still here, between four walls, and I feel the same as I did before all of this. I suppose I owe an explanation, though. / Ever since I came here, ever since I made a life of my own, I've had a pit in my gut that I couldn't get rid of. And to this day, I'm not sure what it is. My best guess is a feeling of isolation, or hopelessness, or anger, or depression, or any other negative feeling you could think of. I just can't stand them. I have always been afraid to leave my real home, to grow up, to be independent, and over time I've realized all of my fears were correct. I've been stuck in this city working a cheap 9 to 5 for years, yet I can't name you even one of my coworkers. They're all just empty faces, husks of humans that I can't seem to get to know, despite my greatest efforts. Who knows, maybe it's because they feel the same as I do. I just wish I knew for sure....

I've grown accustomed to the dull colors that surround me. They're comforting, in a way, yet oppressive. Better than what's outside, I guess. Everything is so loud and abrasive, it makes me sick. Everyone seems so content, and I just can't understand why. I want to feel that way, like when I was younger. The world seemed so bright and limitless, there wasn't a single thing for me to worry about, I was happy in ignorance. I feel as if I've learned too much, and I just can't bear the knowledge anymore. My head is so full, like a nest of angry hornets, and they haven't calmed down since the day I turned 18. I need to make them stop, and this is the only way I can think of doing so. This is no one's fault but my own, and by that same token it's my decision entirely. I'm sorry to everyone, I know this will be hard to digest. But in the grand scheme of things. once this is done, everything will be the same. That I can promise....

God, there is no God! / You must realize I feel contempt / For those who force me to believe In a lord above, He cannot be...

Hear my call / Don't waste your time / Remember what we're fighting for...

Out of time / We were banished here / For our crime...

Oh Yeah. / Oh no. / Yeah...

You know where to find me honey / Hiding under your bed / Better sleep with the light on sugar...

Well I'm traveling down the road / And I'm carrying that heavy load / I walk around in a stupor...