al, let us step to the wheel
take a spin and lay down your claim
your number loses, not to blame
you see my friend,they're all the same
you can not win now, play again now

taste of earthly pleasures
see the harlots smiling
feel the evil passion
clawing, crying, crying on

...and the devil cried

well could you pay the price
if we rolled of the dice
just a piece of your soul down again
the rules are simple as they seem
just roll a one or roll thirteen
and all is back now, free and clear now

your soul and your mind
the fortune you've lost now is mine

2. Halo of Thorns

whispered alone
the song of an angel
echoes of a fallen tear

frayed by the wind
a weed by a willow
withered and yellow
she lays her head to die
lays to die

reading the script
of the play that we lead

christ I'd die again
o' if I could save you now
you knew this had to come
spare me the sacrilege
this play had brought upon us
lay in my dying hour

it feels like I'm

falling, falling
flying, tripping
this crown of kings
this bloody halo bleeds me dry
hear me cry

as in the script
of the play that we lead

3. Another Prophet Song

the seekers of a stellar race
have disappeared without a trace
could they have found the distant place
they have longed to go

opposite four corners lie
rise to kiss to meet the sky
in images the secrets hide
how could they have known them

now Jupiter deceives the stars
to dance in masquerade with mars
while sabbath moon casts shadows far
to wake a final dawn
the heretics that gazed the sky
left us not a reason why
or did they try

painter of the stars
sailing the ghost ships of a poets mind
song silence dry bush in hand
spinning webs of images from the sun

the windless ships have trimmed their sails
to caravan beyond the the astral skies
why can't we just spread our wings and fly
oh how we try

the flames of sorrow blazing on
to light the sun of babylon
while bloody moon lies dying on her own sword
dying long

child of tomorrow cries
unsung hero lays and dies
await the final sacrifice
another prophet song

4. In This Place

I cannot stand to see what I see
I can't stand this place I must be
I don't mean to imply that above all am I
but again...
kiss me goodnight my friend
just say goodnight my friend

take a look at yourself take a look at me
I believe you miss all there is to see
don't believe in the lies that you hear with your eyes again
kiss me goodnight my friend
just say goodnight my friend

racer of the chase for pleasure
actor of the child at play
lay down it's time for nappie baby
taking all your toys away

I cannot stand to feel this way I feel
I can't stand to face what I fear is real
I don't mnean to imply that you'd utterly lie
but again...
just say goodnight my friend

5. I Remember

I remember a story of great battles won
and the tale of our heroes who died by the gun
while the rest looked and smiled at the freedom they've won
but the weight of the chain slows the run

I remember a song about flags standing high
as the red blazing rockets turned dark a blue sky
I remember the reason the weak shared good-byes if they could

I remember a sight at the dreams that we had
and the injustice they've suffered had driven them mad
I remember when we had the right to be sad all the time

I remember the war of the great days of old
and the battle hymns they sung while they died in the cold
I remember the good men they bought and they sold for a dime

let's take a look now what we've changed
after all we're still so much the same
after all this time
can't we make up our minds
must we all play the losing game

let's take a look now what we've changed
after all we're still so much the same
after all this time
can't we make up our minds
guess we'll all play the losing game

7. I of the Storm

I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the moon
and I've seen the faces that laugh and turned to cry
see his disguise see the laugh in his eyes
drink from the tear that he cries
I've watched the grey man wishing he were young like me
and I've seen the child and the young fool
that he tries hard not to be
and I've seen the strong
as they prayed on bended knees
and I've watched the beggar
counted his short-changed
riches for the feast
pray, pray
storm has come
it's judgement day
running from the sun
chosen one has come
to light the way
cry, cry
bow our heads and wonder why
gavel of his honor
hammers down
then we're sent away
see his disguise
see the laugh in his eyes
drink from the tear
that he cries

I've seen the towers
lying crumbled at my feet
and I've seen the cities
and the wastelands that remain
and I've seen the victory
and the prize that none shall keep
and the short time
that the glory hides the pain

8. A Psychotic Waltz

sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me
and if life's worth it's living at all
sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down
and they say that I'm living it wrong

as the days pass by
I watch as the net closes in
as they circle around in my head
turning and winding
in circles, in circles they spin
never ending beginning the end

look now sweet child
deep into my room
the door is open and the air is warm
close your eyes
feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs

sometimes it would feels so right
if the angels called me to the sky
sometimes it feels good just to be alive
though our paths are blind
I can see a lightened end on mind

still now I search
for the spirit that torments my soul
as the priest shields his face from the wind
looking at lost life and darkness
my eyes shall not see
makes me laugh when he calls it all sin

you're all slaves of the priest
and you'll just sing it over
and over, and over, and over
and over, and over, and over
and over

9. Strange

your order is your anarchy
your violence your peace
your gospel is your blasphemy
your famine is your feast
destruction is your architect
your woman and your priest
I fear your falling sanctuary's
soon to be your beast
I believe in something strange

the prophecies are closing in
upon us one by one
the angels of the seven churches
maiden of the sun
silent lay the gentle lamb
the prayer and the gun
I believe the gates above
are closed to everyone
I believe in something strange

Prophets and angels fall from the altar
weak is the grip of the hand of the brave
pray for the bleeding that lie in the shatters
pray for the dying that lie in their graves

submission through guilt and fear
is not what I had in mind
and my blood has run far too thin
among the hands of you all
and I'm afraid I have nothing
left for you

a symphony of tragedy
awakes a watchful eye
a serenade of agony
pours down from the sky
the dancers of catastrophe
go quickly spinning by
I begin to understand
the simple reason why
I believe in something strange

strange this song of mine

10. Nothing

not so long ago there was a time
the naive animal was a wiser thing
and these devils that we accept as reality
did not exist here before
nor do I think they were meant to be

they have enshrouded themselves
with the comforts of wealth
inside this temple of material things
which they cling to
all because the hand
was much easier to see than the spirit
and upon the educated discovery of this
they have made their decision
not only for themselves
but for everyone else as well

everything you've ever come to experience
to anyone else here has never been
and will never be

life does not exist
memory is nothing more than photographs
a looking glass to see just where you've been
not what you've been there for
realize your insignificance to the universe
and to infinity

you will have then cast away
the pride of all these things you held so dear
agony and pleasure are a suffering to one another here
the wisest is the fool who realizes he knows
nothing, nothing

turn your back on this misconception
that the body is the temple
it's just the tool of the soul
the brain is only the house of the mind
and soon you'll have to give back
everything you've borrowed for this lifetime
only then you'll find
you have spent all this time
struggling for the wrong things
and all of your works here have been nothing

everything is nothing