As I shrink into the shadows. I remember what was then. There is something missing. Like a piece of me.... . Haunting mists are following me. you will never be again.
As we reach unto the sky. living fearful in a lie. we stop and stare upon the starlit fields we see. Out there I watch the trail of streaming light. defining patterns in the shining eyes.
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda]. . "Listen to the wind", said the old man to the warrior. "Listen, it's talking to you, singing its sweet melodies,. Carrying lots of tales, tales of war, tales of peace.".
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda]. . We are gonna blow this place away,. we're here to kill Dwarves and Elves.. Your end is drawing closer,. we got the magic power..
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda]. . Madness in my eyes,. I would have never died. The dragon flies over me. And I can't kill him. . His shadow covers my soul.
[Music and lyrics: Ragman]. . Don't be, don't be, don't be afraid,. Sandman's coming to your bed to pray.. You live in a dream of a thousand faces. listening to the faeries singing and playing..
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda]. . Screaming and laughing dancing in your head. The angels arrive scorched by death. Today with the idea of destroying the world,.
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda]. . An ancient man was riding with death in his heart,. his beautiful black horse was trying to understand. why the ancient rider was crying.
[Music and lyrics: Lorenzo Zirilli]. . [Solo: Alex Niall]. . Screams of pain. 'till morning comes to face the night,. but dark's still calling.. From right to wrong.
[Music and lyrics: Daniel Reda and Ragman]. . Ab caelo venit. Et in terram cadit.. Jesus me ejecit. ob meam insolentiam.. . Urbem condidi,. Milites institui..
The book that I live in is such a masterpiece man. It doesn't mean a thing unless I make it, yeah. The text is all in code that only I understand. It's another universe.
This is the fog. It's really not so bad. Like a homeland. As if I need a home. Well I need a home. This is the fog. It's really not so bad. Like a dreamland.
Thanks for calling Mister Michael. But he's not feeling well. His back is aching, heart is breaking. You've reached a private hell. I choose to be alone, embracing my defeat.
There must be something about me. That makes you stare. There must be something inside me. That makes you scared. There must be something you see. That I can't see, and it's all over me.
You are my addiction. My pleasure and my pain. You're my infection. Disease you burn my vein. My fate is frozen, it's a destiny you fix. You are my addiction, my reason to exist.
This is what I am. This is how you come to grips. A plastic image, glass and metal. Legs and arms, teeth and lips (and me). This is freedom. This is what we are.
Empty heart that overflows. I cry words, emotion, picture shows. They document the years. And free my flowing tears. Flow my tears. It's such a waste of endless time.
Hey little boy, what you writing in the. notebook. Ain't you got nothing to do. Wait I know, you're gonna be a rock star. It couldn't happen to you. Huh, it couldn't happen to you.