I am the madness carrying the torch. Lighting the wheat in your fields. I am the eyes staring out of the dark. I am the war of your yields. When you give response away I grow.
Oh Yeah.... . Thirsting for salvation. You're off to find the stairway. Novice on your never ending ride. Whatever you may find dare to take it higher.
You're wide-awake. Or is it a trick of the light?. You've been here before. But this is the night. . Cries of temptation. You're content to lose your way.
Here I'm standing at the junction of my life. So many ways, I don't know which one is the right. Do I wanna keep it up or throw it all away. Or close my eyes, go on and live just for today.
Don't place your trust in foolish promises sworn. Nor cryptic message scrawled upon every wall. Street corner justice beware. The spirit will find you always be fair.
Lord of fate, I feel you deep inside my brain.... Is it really just a dream or the urge to survive?. (...and during an odyssey through the back of my mind a vision appeared to make.
Watching the eventide, the sun will hide and sleep. My heart's beat is slow. I'm thinking about my belief. Rain washing over me cleaning up my brain. Till I question all my thoughts.
[Music & Lyrics: Sammet]. . From the cradle of silence and of light. It took a birth in human blood - angels cry -. To the ages of violence and of hate.
When you cross the edge inside. reach out for the stranger. As you sign the deal tonight. Icarus's your only guide. See the haggard child of sun. To the tempting fires you run.
Longing for silence.... "Always faster" is the way that we go.. Not a little patience.... Higher, farer, better we grow.. The beast is rising. It?s tantalizing.
Lying in the still of the night. A yearning for shelter. Silence kissing your wounds, soothing your pain. Darkness,and what do they know. 'Bout losing direction, clutchin a straw.
Gaze at the leaving clairvoyant. Predicting invasions and pain. A child cansee through the stranger.... The Watcher's eye, the noble liar. . It's time for the merchant and his help for sale....
Feelings of horror and fear unable to distinguish what I see before me.... Uncompromising is it's aura, thick bands of fog and downpours of hail disturb..
The eyes of this disgorged life, their faces are scared with lies. Scratched marks on the walls in place of words. Washed out, condemned, unearth this relic of the lecher.
Screaming chasm into these emptied voids. Senses aroused by the undoing of creation. Weapons of these vengeful arrangements. To coincide with this mass fall of imperium.
The Scarab Of A Thousand Lives. Always Looking To The Light. The Grace Of Man Destroyed In One Day. . The Twins Of Twisted Faith. A Mask Of Conjunction To Fulfill A Nightmare.
Crumbling stone faces, dismantle this praise. Rubbing ash of conquest, across faces of war. . Self imploding flame of birth. Scorn and hate risen from ashes.
Another long and restless night. The pain inside. You've fought it all these years. And now you're growing tired. You won't suffer very long. It's almost time.