SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (T)

Screaming with pleasure, wind tears your flesh / Power within your grasp, burn into the night / Smell of death and danger, keeps you driving on...

In days of old / When the books were untold / Speak of a world crushed by sin....

Listen now to my sordid tale / My words they speak to you / They testify...

We're gonna take you back / Through the pages of the past / Just another lonely boy...

I've been a prisoner / Trapped in by fear / Ordered for the rest of my life...

Our ship sailed on through the violent burning sea / Not knowing of the danger / Waiting in store for me...

Cast to the fire / Banned by the light / Worship and listen to me...

Takers of humanity, elders paranoid / The time is now / Give up this world you once destroyed...

Hear the screams,screams of fright / Shrieks of terror through the night / Souls of old band to hold...

Here we go / The people show / Victims of tomorrow...

The day's vanished in the night, soon the children pray / Pray themselves alone, te hate build from their pride / You can't take away, can't take what they own!...

Can't you see / That in the world we live in / Political lies...

Deep in the pit and lying alone / Where death has reared itself a throne / We're all the good, the bad...

Accuse you of a crime / Sentenced to endless time / The price you have to pay...

You think your life's so grad / You don't believe a word you say / Your feet aren't on the ground...

I want to know if there's a reason / We keep on searching, we don't find a clue / In the gutter, in the free zone...

Run for your life, there's danger in the air / You know the fate / Can't reason why, I look into the past...

Sunrise, another day, smile on a killer's face / Strikes terror through the heart, all's lost without a trace / Pressure high at overload, fever pitch, it's gonna blow...

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus / Golden door with seven locks / Seven keys within your hand...

Plague upon plague / Black boil redemption / On this sea of rats shall I set my throne...

Order of rites veiled in dusk / Above else in a mysterious husk / Our own legend will be told due...

Friends and companion of the night / Thou who rejoices and brings terror to mortals / Heavens damnation...

If you blow your head off... I don't care / But please don't kill the innocent!! / We don't need your terrorism...

Killed by invaders... lost population / Ill treatment by police / Killed by invaders... lost population...

If you blow your head off... I don't care / But please don't kill the innocent! / We don't need your terrorism...

How can you find yourself, betrayed, for this single target. Now this is what has made it worth. Trying, stand when all else falls away. Inject pain. An abolishing curse, sickness, has become a goal. Engage, in combat with yourself. I want to know what you ache for. I want to know, have you touch the center of your own sorrow. Your chosen life style drives you to pursue the achievement of what they see, survive the devastation that they wreak. Why? Can't you see what's ideal. Stand, when all else falls away. You can disappoint another, to be true to yourself. The new culture of death, an addiction, pain, why can't you see, pain. An abolishing curse sickness has become a goal. Engage. Sorrow. How can you find yourself betrayed for this single target. Perfection? What makes it worth? Beauty, even, when it's not pretty. You, have been opened by life's betrayals. In your fear, freezing cold, all for your dream your heart just stopped. Your chosen lifestyle drives you to pursue the achievement of what they see, survive the devastation that they wreak. Why? Can't you see what;s ideal....

I. The Ancient Prophecy / It was a good time for all creatures on the earth, / but fate decreed that the dark prophecy of a demon...

The dwarves of Lark are showing all their honour / when you walk on the Gandor secret hill / The dance for fire and wind...

We have the greatest pleasure / Today is the big day / So playing your song's a cup of tea...

Once upon a time I saw the famous king of all / He had his slaves and servants at his beck and call / Anything he wanted...