(Messenger). Great King, you must hear. The Seer's filled with fear. And a...well...dreadful warning. . (The subjects). Let us hear his warning!. . (Messenger).
One dark night beyond the mountain chain. The charge of steeds echoed through the plain. Our knights at the castle gate. For what comes our way did wait.
I'm the devil. Your my spies. And I revel. At a soul's demise. . I'm the devil. Your my spies. And I revel. At a soul's demise. . When you fail it makes me queazy.
I'm tired of talking and explaining how I feel. I'm tired of defending myself to the world. Many things you don't know, because I don't tell them anymore.
I hold my breath I count to 10. But this feeling is deepening. And with every lesson learned. I'm the one that gets burned. . These thoughts lay on the ground.
The Stranger within my gate,. He may be true or kind,. But he does not talk my talk. I cannot feel his mind.. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,.
He sat in a room in a square the color of blood. He'd rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers, for he was the Beast as he hatched his new plan to gain power..
(words by David Lane and music by Lamb). Endless years in a prison cell, endless years of a living hell. A soldier of the Folk, with a tale to tell. Of why he fought to save his own kind, an image of beauty, he sees in his mind Of a beautiful maiden, now forced to the fight. Because to many White men chose wrong over right..
(Lusman / Didiet / Micko / Vivi). Teringat olehku saat kita bersama. Dan kau bilang aku ingin mencoba. Sekian lama waktu terlewati sudah. Kadang ku terpaku akan tingkahmu.
(Protonema). Tiada, tiada ada yang tersisa. Semakin lama ku merasa semakin menanggung rasa. Dahaga, mungkin aku terlalu dahaga. Akankah, akankah kau merasa gundah.
(Protonema). Oh... ku menanti tak henti. Dirimu 'tuk mengerti. Betapa hatiku tak terperi. Tak terperi... tak terperi. Oh... letih lelah diri. Tak mampu berlari.
Oh, I heard the suspicion that through the woods there's something wicked.. A gambit for passion in an abandoned mansion.. . With Victorian ornaments confining Simon the Sorcerer..
Just a thought, to add suspense. To warn against, our discontent. Fear is real, but not so taught. You let others, be the cause.. . There we go racing towards the sun.
You manifest in distant memories again. You cast the coldest shadow my skin has ever felt. I risk perpetual paralysis revisiting them. Underneath it all we confide resistance. It's natural to second guess every word. To question your honor. Underneath it all consequences fail us. When purity gets filtered out by justice the pleads of the damned are heard. Acknowledge the deceased make an attempt to reconnect with them. Molested by decay while they await a new awakening. Soon we'll rejoice at your expense, remember me..
When I've had enough, I'll get a pick-up truck and drive away. I'll take my last 10 bucks just as far as it will go. yeah, sometimes I'm easily fooled, I take a painful step and get knocked back.