Everywhere I go reminds me. Of someplace down in Texas. And every time I close my eyes. I dream of my old home. . And oh it's gettin' so cold 'round here.
Now that you're in paradise. Where you've gone to spend your life. I'll be calling over time. Though we may never unite. . When will we have an hour. To try to fill the circle.
This one thing's for certain. We all need change. We wrap ourselves in blankets. To stay warm. . Well, it's still stinging. I can't feel my toes. Growing numb, I've come undone.
Children in the street. Children in the street. . There's more than enough to feed this world. We close our eyes and choke on opulence. . Climb the hill of suffering.
When I was a boy, who lifted me so I could see. Above all the things height has restricted. Ooh, oh, maybe someday I'll be a man. . Ooh, oh, figuring out how I'm supposed to be.
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends. And we notice you don't come around. Me, I think it all depends on you. Touching ground with us but. . I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else.
Handsome Carmelito and the one they call Vandito. Rode fiery horses through the snow. Snow covered hills, snow covered miles. Miles and miles of traveling to go.
Now and then a question would be raised. Strong misgivings threatened to be voiced. But these were judgments wiser not to say. To doubt the child could prove to be a rash and deadly choice.
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls. Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap. He must ne'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call.
Oh willing host who doth not know. The full desire of this prisoner. You walk where angels fear to go. Thou shalt soon embrace the reckoner. Thy halo of glory, hope's true gage.
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls. Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap. He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call.
She veiled herself with trivial thought. A mask of insignificance. Her daughter failed to see beyond. The fabric of irrelevance.
Striking hard, striking fast in desperation. The world around is filled with shades of red. Forced to stand in weak anticipation. As rivulets of blood run down the Child's head.
One quiet night the lady traveled out beyond the monastery. Her quest was one of urgency and human preservation. She traveled with companions to reach the ruined city.
And thus was read the incantation. Voices echoed round and round. The woman smiled in weak elation. Mesmerized inside the sounds. . And with these chants of higher lore.
Salvation lies in banishing this creature to the dark. Let not your hand be hesitant or death will be your mark. Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell.
[I - The forbidden words]. [II - Incantation]. [III - Passage of time]. [IV - The silent threat]. [V - Archilles heel]. [VI - Covenant of souls]. [VII - Face to face].
Crimson. . Prologue:. In a very distant future, the last generation of planet earth. has come to a point where they cannot breed anymore.. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no.
Riffs: Nerberg, Swano. Lyrics: Swano. . (03:41). Gazing at the sky colred with a gelam yet unseen.. Birds no longer fly.. It's not a dream this blinding beam..
(Epidemic Reign Part 4). (03:41) - Gazing at the sky colred with a. gelam yet unseen. Birds no longer fly.. It's not a dream this blinding beam.. (03:42) - Panic, someone realized. Every-.