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I search alone, dark the night, deep the
blackest forest, down the devil's hopyard on my way from Salem I lit a fire Magical brimstone sparks ashes from the hazel wood Dancing with the banshee, fire rose up to the sky. The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem witch hunting eyes Malefica spells She soars the ocean shore of Kildare Over tombs of the harpy fields Ride the great beast abandoned girls Lonely girls ride the great beast Virginal goddess of Hunt Diana Through the Brocken Spectre rose a lureing Angel Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black Journey through the witch trials learned of lore And wives tales We fathomed the deepest oceans o her darkest mind Searching lands of giants and dragons sail the oceans of serpents and krakens Under ages of dark the Salem witch Burned beneath mindless torture of men through the castles of demons and wizards Cast to their fate the Moerea the sisters Two hundred fifty thousand the Salem witch in the bog of the Witch Meadow run Malifica revenge plague have begun Burned alive for a crim never done Children of the darkness dance on the coven of the lost In blazing pyre suspended in air she demands holocaust She can exorcise with the whites of her eyes She'll devour your children, in a wink of an eye, descend from the sky to the cauldren of the damned. Her burning lips urned the infamous kiss She took me by the hand In a wink of your eye she ascends to the sky She unveiled my talisman I'm the witch finder general. |
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Bedroom mirrors do tell who's the fairest of them all
Lime light silhouette, transparent walls Dancing shadows cascade paper dolls Wailing ghost guitars send in the clowns Send in the clowns Painted plastic faces stealing mommies make up Masque the false gods with mannequin smiles Prima donnas play upon their pedestals of fame Unborn girls, the false facade, illegitimate child I won't play your game Illegitimate child Searching for a name Blasphemous black Bible bias you betray bigotry Slay the hydra pretty fair maidens spread their leprosy Hungry children feed from hype of perpetual ego's I slay the hydra, burn the talisman, holocaust Run with the pack, illegitimate child The unborn wench at war Tears in his eyes, she became a bride Wedlock to a whore. Shatter the dream, the tangerine dream Bow to kings, not the queens Go back where you reign, to your domain The Valley of the Dolls! Bow to Kings of yesterday They have given you wings to fly away What have the phantom queens but deceived you Armies of shadows climbing Silvery mountains, lining molten and ask Camouflage the battle scars with Oxy10 and Maybelline Cloning the heros in hype magazine Pirates of underground, lightning the speed of sound You will prevail And bedroom mirrors do tell who's the fairest of them all Lime light silhouette, transparent walls Dancing shadows cascade paper dolls Wailing ghost guitars Run with the pack, illegitimate child The unborn wench at war Tears in his eyes, she became a bride Wedlock to a whore Shatter the dream, the tangerine dream Bow to Kings, not the Queens Go back where you reign, to your domain The Valley of the Dolls (1st solo - F.A.) (2nd solo - J.M.) |
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Morrigan you come again
Morgan La Fay, raven on my sill of frost far away from the sea of the setting sun Island of fire and albatross Taught so well magic merlin the wizard Maiden of beauty dressed in rainbow Come to me Damon girl daughter of saul queen of the under world . . . she'll have us all Damon girl foul temptress of lust Peasants to kings your heart surely turn to dust Damian she's the mortal of man Lives in your dreams in darkness, reaches out her hand Come to me Fata Morgana . . . She will take you Hungry scarred harlot hunting another heart Morrigan fallen angel queen of magic Kneeling at the widows altar, temptress of my . . . She's the widow of my dreams Far beyond the realm of dream, your wildest dream Ascend to the plane, an imaginary game to play Past the golden pillars of the lore to Lemuria Imagine your queen . . . take her she's yours Damian upon her throne mirrored mirage of your desire Of my desire Passion slave, her life I gave Jump into her fire |
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These walls are stained engraved with pain
You will find them under shadows casting shame Some it's all they'll ever know, Angels of the fortunate sons come and go ... You may not Entities pass in the night Guardians and the Reaper fight the will to live shall win Mares of hope ride through their dreams blinding light awakens sleeping dawn it seems It was all a dream endless dream I will wish upon a star I believe in you And if my will has strayed afar I rememebered you Will you remember me I the one you sentenced Pennance unabsolved Answer me save my will have you forgotten me Pace the hallway blindman for a million miles of stars His mind has seen. think you may he lives in darkness We're the dark he's seen the light of dream Karen's been asleep forever I know she hears me She has so much to say, Machine shoots sparks through face Unto my hand, unto my heart I'm a fire without a flame helpless child without a name With broken wings catch me I'm falling I'm a question with no answer who are you that takes my life away from me unveil the bondaries of the black I had a dream I was you strong as the fire In your veins then when I called out your Name I would remain and witness the pain I am beyond silent black I will be back As your guardian Angels in white you have sacrificed witness and bury the pain Walk hand and hand with the fear stricken child Strengthen the weak and the lame pillar of pennance and lore Perpetual journey into the realm the sovereign servitor |
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Look to sunrise man tell me what you see
The eagle has flown underground abandoned You abonded me Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where black predictions lie have you faith in scripture visions of kings Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing Vultures scavenge the subsconsious of your mind Their ally is time for you to fall and yield Your mind to the cynic They should be held so high and not looked down upon They are the root of the country. The roots so firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be welcomed, listen the music is heard again. When there are lofty high roof tops carved walls and yielding crops When the palace is wild for lusting. When the forest if wild for hunting. Existance of anyone thing has never been but the prelude to ruin Wars and temper tantrums are the make- shifts of ignorance Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin is fathomed Wandering through the devils field sowing his seed Guardian angel guide us through the night we compel His long constant fight. the moerea they call your destiny the sisters all of three. Clotho she spun the web to live the thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured out the years. Atropos cuts the thread with her shears. Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not yours nor yours mine They lead the blind back to mothers womb tomb of the unborn child Coming events cast their shadows before wintery wind the eye of the storm witness the past the future Holds more prelude to ruin |
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Morning desert sun horizon rise above the
sands of time Mystic journey to Arcana travel starry spheres in trine Sands of the dunes dust of the bones Swallow the trace of creatures left behind Gods of the fire fall from the sky reaped all the fruit and plagued earth dry Distant vision tempting water fall to me knees I'm going to drink it dry. Blazing desert sun reflection on the water He caught my eye Up in a tree preying on me vulture of fear why don't you let me be He said you're mine one day Spit out the sand of the mirage Be on your way Exodus ascend the plane Exile this medium of bondage far beyond the prophecy of tyrant guardians Traject the esoteric sisters they are mythical Exodus ascend the plane Exuke this medium of bondage far beyond the myriads of crypt and pyramids beyond the harpy vultures guarding their tombs Arcana awaits you Oh guardian predestination calls Silent wind I felt what you said Soon I'm exhumed for consumation He charmed my soul with his book of the dead He read it said beat no children He will inhere the malignant fear in man Sovreign the force more than emotion It controls your destiny at hand False guardian I will compel false as the fear of heaven and hell I should have known its all a mirage just as well The power of good will not be shown by conquering fear Let it be known its a constant resist While facing transformation |
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