The Bleeding Tree

And now I'll take you to a realm yet unseen. Deep in the forest to a crimson tree. This is the place where a Lion died. His sacred pact with humanity.

Tales Of Fears

The whispering call of evening falls upon the waiting mortal ear. With many tales it never fails to draw upon all your fears. The evidence and circumstance revealed by the mornings light.

Scape Goat

Let's blame the music world or maybe the gun makers. What about the books and movies, our scape goats they will be. Gaze into the cyber realm and its information sea.

Sarrah Williams

How many times must I feel this way. The fool who never learns. Selfish pleasures override my thoughts. Give that wheel just one more turn. Drunken stupidity rules my mind.

Sarah Williams

How many times must I feel this way?. The fool who never learns.. Selfish pleasures override my thoughts.. Give that wheel just one more turn.. Drunken stupidity rules my mind,.

Sanctuary

Follow me down to the sanctuary.. I'll show you where all of the bones are buried.. A place of righteous sacrifice.. The spirit He bids you attend tonight..

Rape Of Innocence

[The lyrics to this song are no doubt controversial, however please consider this explanation: this song deals with a character who is taken advantage of emotionally and sexually under the pretense of a romantic relationship. Scarred by betrayal this person hardens their heart and becomes a perpetrator rather than to seek healing. This is not the answer and unfortunately it is all too often repeated].

Outer Realm

I was staring out the window. My thoughts dancing on the wind. Thinking of the future. And the things that could have been. Twenty-four and all alone.

Of Love And Sorrow

I guess I'll walk alone in the pouring rain. I hold this candle that burns in your name. With every teardrop that falls from my eyes. I can't forget you, your memory never dies.

Mad House Of Cain

It's a landscape of terror of evil's dark hue. Beset by the glow of an ominous moon. From the forest of nightmares to the garden of death. The stench of the flesh and the blood takes your breath.

Love & Sorrow

I guess I'll walk alone in the pouring rain. I hold this candle that burns in your name. With every teardrop that falls from my eyes. I can't forget you, the memory never dies.

Kinescope

Won't you come into my parlor, make yourself at home. The kinescope is waiting and you're in for quite a show. Direct your gaze to a device across the room.

Funambulism

A seed was sown within my mind and began to lead my heart. It seemed I walked a fine line of benevolence or lust. A time to focus on the goal, I drew a line in the sand.

De Machina Est Deo

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..

Black Souls

Dark seeds were planted,. When the king gave up his throne.. Lost to deception. Through his flesh and bone.. His queen enchantres believed the dragon's lie..

We Wreck All That Is Beautiful

It's what you want now, but you can't have it all: it's time to raise the stakes. This time we wait again and again.. . The reflection of all you are is in the water that runs from you and the reflection of all you want is in the water that flows to you. And what felt like a bad thing that you couldn't fix without a gun in your hand, it will still feel like shit. It will still feel bad..

The Cover-up Reflections

This is the last story I will tell; it's all going to hell.. Stuck with your head in the wall and that's how it has always been. Your eyes tell stories unspoken, but you keep them to yourself. But the last thing we need is for you to remain illusive in your camouflaged bright yellow cloak. I can plainly see you up there..

Silent Amnesia For The Hopeless

Your voice, it's a killer. And so far away. Your voice, it speaks to me through time: "what the hell are you thinking?". And I know I was wrong, but I had no other choice. And I know I was way out of line, but I had to make it work. And my head, it spins so, ever since you took the last train home. At times, in my confused little world of right and wrong, it is all okay, but not often..