Wasteland

For the hot, for the cold. for the brave, for the bold.. We're emerging out of the condemnation.. In the fire, in the ice.. In the faith of sunrise.. Breaking chains in the name of our liberation..

Woodpecker Form Mars

Why Do You Bother

Why hold on?. Your hands are getting sore. You must be scared of something. From the time before, well.... We're here again. How long, who knows?. It's not your right to tell me.

What A Day

A piece of mail. A letter head. A piece of hair. From a human head. They're sayin' to me. "i should've killed it". "i should've killed it". "i should've killed it before".

We Care A Lot

We care a lot.. . We care a lot.. . We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods, and killer bees.. About the nasa shuttle falling in the sea.. . We care a lot about starvation and the food that live aid bought..

War Pigs

Generals gathered in their masses. Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction. Sorcerers of death's construction. In the fields the bodies burning.

Ways Of Hate

(J. Hall/ D. Tretola). The key to the door of fate. Is held by your ways of hate. It will hold better ways to live. When you choose to let it give. If the door slams in your face.

Winternight

Sunset beyond a grey vast forest,. I'm longing for the night. to break into the woods and darkness. then will be my light.. ...beginning of my wandering.

Walhall

Soul arose that morning like a sunwheel at the sky.... Shallow land two ravens high above gave me the sign.... . Walhall the hall of shining shields. where once I'll be to celebrate my death....

Why Can't You See

The Time comes and fades away. Nothing can be undone. Why Did we lose our way. Think about it.What do you want.Baby. I just want you to stay. You drive me Crazy.

When I Give The Signal, Run!

This road bubbles in the heat.. Choppin' rocks, the only cracker that mine eyes can see.. These rails have run me out of town and shipped me down the line..

...where Blood Will Soon Be Shed

[Incomprehensible] risen our of blackness. A flame once burning like red blood. Was seen by those who waited for the battle. Battle to lead them to where blood will soon be shed.

...when Gjallarhorn Will Sound

`...Morning arose that day long time gone,. two ravens above him showed the way.. He was guided by Odhinn, led by the one. who shelters the fallen every day by day....

Who I Am

Staring out the window. As the world goes by. The hours pass too slow. Thinking back to the time. Before when this dream was. Just a vision in my head.

Weakness

Weakness, a new friend of mine. I'm searching for the state of mind. Your weakness, had to break inside. Don't leave me. You are killing again. Again.

What Would You Expect

The government keeps spending. The country's always lending. Supplies out the ass so they can stab us in the back. The stock market falling, while the corporations are sawing.

When To Her Lute Corinna Sings

(written by Thomas campion; 1600). When to her lute Corinna sings. Her voice revives the leaden strings. And doth on highest note appeare. As any challeng'd echo cleare.

Witless And White Knuckled

It's when I'm not looking. That I must fleet these blows. Like one arms afire,. But the others not hitting home. . You could say that it's up to fate.

We Woke Up A Fire

We awake and face a new day for nothing.. As bitter as the rope around our necks we hang.. Lofty from the high of last year's tired clichÈ,. A cheap after glow we'll keep close to further fan the flames..

What I Do

What I Do. I say "Ray, why do girls treat you nice that way?". He said it's not what I know. what I think or say. . It's what I do. It's what I do. It's deep beneath the skin.