Coalescing Prophecy

And he opened his mouth in blasphemy. Deluding their designated God. His men and women all carry. A sacrament of his number. . These followers with their mortality.

Continuum Drift

Chosen Time

Her vision only told her. She'd have to hold on tight. Let the reigns in her hands show her. Where she'd have to ride. . Waiting for her chosen time. To steal the heart of her knight.

Convergence

Cycles

Take me down to the floor. Shake me down to the core. make me chomp at the bit. Watch me crawl and plead and fit. All the while you're in control. Seeing right into my soul.

Condemned To Fight

When it's time for us to overrun them. When the time has come to force a change. Then it's time for us to come together. Then this time we see the future rearrange.

Cold Is The Blade (and The Heart That Wields It)

[Written by Briody & Conklin]. . On the battlefield we fight with all our might. Valor and honor is our right. The bloody battlefield where men and sons have tried.

Choir Of Tears

[Written by Broderick & Conklin]. . Cover my eyes from the filth and disgust. Wash my soul clean of the self-centered lust. Backward in time before the first sin.

Chain Of Command

[lyrics by Bob Parduba]. . They sit in silence as we march into war. There we will fight with our backs to the wall. No end in sight cities one by one they fall.

Cardiac Arrest

[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . If you wanna find some action then this is the place to be. If you want hell you've got it, just ask and you shall receive.

Call To Arms

Dark of night is our playground. Live our lives in the gaze of the moon. Cold ice flowing through our reason. Hell has no fury like a nation scorned. .

Call Of The Wild

[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . Raised on leather, weaned on war. A hell bent rebel overload. The gleam of a spike, the stain of blood. All the power contained in a raging flood.

Crusade

It was the year 1095 in the heart of France. Summoned by the Papal Decree to the Holy Land. "Drive out the Infadel from the Realm of Promise!". "Destroy the enemies of Our Lord and restore His kingdom!".

Critical Mass

'39. Europe's plains. Blood and fire spill again.. Warring forces set their cause.. The race for fission had begun.. . Powers of destruction sought,. Hidden by the hand of God..

Curtain Call

Here I go in that flow. Everything is allowed. It's the last show, sold out. Every seat's taken. I put on my smile and start the faking. I play my part so well it'll make you cry.

Conclusion

Beautiful hands touch my soul. Eyes full of fire, you make me whole. Never did I feel like this before. I didn't even know what's it all for. To make you see what you mean to me.

Child Missing

You keep me running through the alley of the lonely. I see your face and I wish that I only. Could've made you understand. I got no ace, got no kings in this hand.

C

Blasting the radio screams alone on the floor. Drowning the silent sound of His call. Empty words flow in the darkness. Hell fire in your soul shooting out sparkles.

Child To Sleep (rewritten)

Verse 1:. Children raised in Hell,. since their birth.. Neglected, no escape.. Prisoners of Earth.. . Pre:. They protect themselves with flames.. & push their hands into the water..

Child To Sleep

Verse 1:. Children rule in Hell before their deaths.. Neglected & forced to, to pull their sled.. Brave enough to live for, for what was right.. Never giving up without a fight..