[Instrumental]
				

Faustus begin thine incantations,
take good care to draw thy circle true,
by God must you prevail -
for if you fail these
demons make a meal of you.

Your soul shall be their meat -
a kingly feast for them to eat,
beware your future at hand,
alas for thou art dammed.

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Faustus seek repentance,
abjure this evil art,
cease this wretched wickedness
and cleans thy foolish heart,
for the evil that once served you
has made of you a slave,
and transformed your bed of roses'
to a premature grave."

Then in a mighty flash of light
before thee Mephistopheles appears.

[FAUSTUS:]
"I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar."

[MEPHISTOPHELES:]
"Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed."

[BAD ANGEL:]
"Faustus be thou resolute
in what thou wilst perform,
ignore these righteous idiots -
their trinity to scorn,
for years of depravation you receive eternal life,
but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
are by far the better price."

[FAUSTUS:]
"Temptations all around me,
is there nowhere I can turn?
Hellfire is all about me,
now I know that I shall burn,
I face excommunication for the error
of my ways - to burn in Hell for all my days.
Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell,
forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell.

Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul.
Be gone foul beast that stands before me,
my God! The midnight hour chimes,
oh Lord have mercy he comes for me,
I haven't got much time.
I am awake this is no dream,
I cry - but terror takes my scream,
and now my future is at hand,
also for I am dammed."

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Think for just one moment
and I'm sure that you will see,
the moral of this story -
that what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to Hell,
must dare to pay the price,
he versed in divinity must
live a noble life -
OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!
				

Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:

With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.

Charge!

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."

Prayer shall offer no protection,
from the swords of Blasphemy,
holy altars rent asunder,
in our deeds - priests their destruction see:

The fear that dwells within them,
at the wrath of Satan's hoard,
grows and fills their hearts with terror,
those who live by prayer - die by the sword.

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."

Dark formations fly above us,
ghastly are the Lords of Hell,
who proudly storm the gates of heaven,
from which their noble masters fell...

Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:

With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.

Charge!

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."
				

One man - one vision, racial purity,
madman or magician? A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more than superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.

Our destiny in prophecy -
we learn by our mistakes,
through each strata of society -
the poison infiltrates,
adding hatred to the embers -
'till the fire burns out of hand,
to spread the dark cloud swiftly -
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant Land'.

Security in ignorance,
out of sight is out of mind,
while children weep on city streets -
the blind deceive the blind,
they say 'welcome your lost brother
all he touches turns to gold',
yet my 'brother' tries to kill me -
out of love so I am told.

My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

History repeats itself - of this fact I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New Religion' -
the philosophy of hate.

My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

One man's condition - pure insanity?
a nation's submission - embracing destiny,
driven by compulsion - powered by the Vril,
do not mock the Crooked Cross - its power
is growing still.
				

Alone he sits -
a vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,
presiding o'er this conflict
that chills him to the bone,
for each tarnished blade that festers
is a thorn thrust in his side,
and His pain alone bears witness
to the folly of mankind.

What hope for a king with no kingdom to rule?
now his children desert him -
regard him a fool,
and are bonded to progress -
the plough and the scythe -
that lay waste and leave barren
what beauty survives
though legends of power and glory suffice -
for these 'latter-day-heroes'
who live out their lives,
chained by conformity shackled by greed -
and told to belive they don't want to be freed.

The enemy within us -
is well armed to spoil and rape,
and this mighty heart grows weaker with
each liberty they take,
so come ye from the shadows
do not tremble 'neath your beds,
at the mention of his name -
hold high your weary heads.

For in each delve and greenwood,
far wiser creatures play,
and in their veins and sinews,
live the Gods of yesterday.

Both wicked and lustful
this God's horny might,
He plays hide and seek
with the shadows of the night,
enthroned in high mountains -
nobility crowned with the wisdom of ages -
the forest his gown,
so nimble the fingers that pipe out the tune,
simple and pure is the song of the moon -
that echoes each evening the ritual performed,
a lament for a God to a Devil transformed.

Are there men among us
prepared to face the fight
who'll stand by their convictions
'gainst overwhelming might,
so do not hide like cowards
and await the bitter end,
come take your courage in both hands
and join with me my friend.

For in each delve and greenwood,
far wiser creatures play,
and in their veins and sinews,
live the Gods of yesterday.

A God of mant faces
yet none of them are known
existing in all places at all times -
His glory shown in the majesty of nature,
let the Hymn to Pan be sung
for the myth is but a History Of A Time To Come.

His name is eternal - His power unknown,
the ruler paternal - He watches alone,
as great cities tumble and empires fall,
admist this confusion the Hunter stands tall.
				

[INTRODUCTION]
This tale I tell that all may see,
behind God's truth lurks treachery.

[VOICE OF GOD]
'Mine is the right to glory and light,
and you shall have heartache and pain,
yours must be Hell -
for in Heaven I'll dwell,
I care not for that earthly domain.'

[HOST OF RIGHTEOUS ANGELS]
'For crimes against divinity -
the loneliness of purgatory,
your kingdom rule - Humanity,
Mankind shall be your Hell.'

[LUCIFER]
'Why have you done this to me -
tell me what is my crime,
I'm tried and convicted -
guilty the fate that is mine.
You say I'm a Devil -
then by Hell the Devil I'll be.'

[NARRATION]
'As aeons passed without cessation -
brewing hatred from damnation,
in darkness Satan waited -
laughed as God the Earth created,
and man in his own image made -
unaware that plans were laid,
'till from the dark eternal night -
a serpent crawled into the light.

And so from darkness a rage without measure -
burst spreading the cancer 'cross Eden,
corrupting and tempting and never relenting,
abusing man's newly found freedom.'

[LUCIFER]
'Out of the abyss I come the avenger
shapeless and faceless - Yet I have a name,
I shall tighten my grip on your now flawed creation,
endeavour to show you the meaning of pain.'

'It soothes my heart,
to see you cry,
when I am done,
you will learn as I -
to suffer in Hell.'

'Impaled on the horns of a dilema -
it seems what were my nightmares,
are now naught but dreams,
for you who have riches know paradise well,
and I who have nothing am burning in Hell.'
				

Our tounges they could not silence,
with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence,
remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire,
I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations,
demanding I am killed.

'We shall show no mercy to heathen
such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused
the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless,
though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved,
we'll burn you just the same.'

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition,
is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force
from shattered hands.

Abused my broken body is cleansed
by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' -
yet in whose name I'm slain.

My innocence the victim of their
superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past
three hundred years,
preaching peace and mercy 'neath the
shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror -
slaughter in the name of Christ.
				

[Instrumenntal]
				

The stage is set my friends for the play that never ends -
this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,
once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by the pound,
assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.

Your mouth so paralysed with fear you dare not speak,
your eyes so blind and hypnotised you cannot weep,
so blinkered to reality that you no longer care,
that profit is the prophet of corruption and despair.

Bring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,
who invite you to ride on their merry-go-rounds,
they make the money and they make the rules,
you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.

[THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:]
God of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,
for many lives were bought and sold that
I may walk your streets of gold,
though my heart is cold and still I rest
in peace my pockets filled,
and bear the smile of one who knows
through God's Love my cup overflows.

A 'salvation salesman's dream -
guillible to the extreme,
easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these charlatans and theives whose
delight is to decieve - all the fools who
still believe they really care.

And if all the Devil's minions were let loose to do their will,
I think they'd be hard pressed to match in diabolic skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,
who sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.

The curtain never falls on the show that has it all,
taken in you can't begin to see their lies,
for the people who are clapping are the ones
who will be laughing at your fate,
they just can't wait to bleed you dry.
				

[Talk]
				

BRAND:-
"I have wealth beyond measure -
my treasures are words
forged by time in a tale of
such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I as
my story begins,
yet like all fool considered
myself to be wise -
a match for all things.
But the lessons I've learned
I will never forget,
when your teacher is life then
success is survival and
failure means death.
From early youth I saw the world
through tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered mind philosophized
and fossilized,
secure in my belief was I -
assured throughout my life the
only things that could sustain me
were the words of Jesus Christ."
EAPPA:-
"There is no way to fight a foe
who strikes from the inside,
and once within we can begin to
smite this pagan pride.
We shall take their graven images
and grind them in the dirt,
for that men can live in paradise
must be the Devil's work."
BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER:-
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
(REPEAT)
EAPPA:-
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
one of us must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.
BRAND:-
"These were days I believed that
salvation was mine,
when I worshipped apostles
believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze -
and I thought I would bathe in the light
of our Lord 'till the end of my days.
But destiny mocked me -
and fate did bequest,
that the strength of my faith in
The Lord God Almighty be put to test."
EAPPA:-
"My son your work is matchless as
a scribe you have been blessed,
your skill and faith in God doth
qualify you for our quest.
You will sail to Southern England
and recount their blasphemies,
for their first step in their cure
must be to learn of their disease."
BRAND:-
"For one so young so great an honour
to be chosen for this task,
have I the strength -
would I be worthy?
questions that I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary searching
for lost souls to save -
or just another pawn in their
monastic power games?
BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER:-
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
EAPPA:-
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
you Wat Brand must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.
BRAND:-
"And so with terror in my heart
I learned what had to be,
that I must tour these foreign shores -
my cross for company.
Those who had preceded me
of pagan devils warned -
with fearful tales of christian souls
since martyred on their horns.
In my tale I will tell how we
all were deceived -
for in truth I was hunted not
hunter as I had believed.
How could I have known that the
guide they'd provide was to
show me far more than I'd ever
imagined I could have desired?
So soon would I learn
what a fool I had been,
there is more than one side to a coin -
life is not what it seems.....
It's no more than a dream."
				

A sea breeze whispers softly
it's song echoes through your mind,
leaves you thinking of tomorrow
and the life you left behind.
Come turn your head to face the
wind that fills enchanted sails,
and drives you to your destiny
as silent sirens wail. -
A sad lament for travellers
held in the hands of fate,
your future stands upon the prow -
your past drowns in the wake.
What chance is here for sanity
when madness takes the helm,
and steers you on a downward
spiral to his lonely realm?
Watch the night-sky-seagulls fly
and in the heavens play.
Yet even angels stoop and still
pick nothing up they say.
There are things far more sinister
that haunt the midnight air,
the sirens serenade a warning
telling you:-
"Beware - the waves upon the water
are like ripples in your mind,
and the shadows cast by nature
show the future you may find.
As rivers flow because they know
that they must join the sea -
thus you will be carried on to
meet your destiny."
				

Standing on a strange shore -
this desolate coastline,
it offers cold comfort.
Very little more than the sky
for a blanket,
the earth for my bed.
THE SISTERS OF WYRD:-
"The threads upon the loom of life
have foreordained your coming here,
so weep not mannikin of mankind -
dry your worthless puppet tears."
Unanswered questions -
how they play on my mind,
now that darkness is falling and
still there's no sign of my guide.
Either I have been betrayed -
they have left me to die,
or worse still at this moment he lies -
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked,
left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.
Childhood terrors return to me now,
from the rank stench of fear in
the sweat on my brow.
deceit and despair are to me
kith and kin,
seduced into slumber -
my nightmare begins.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
Daylight flees as night gives chase -
I'm held in panics dank embrace,
I smother in his cold caress -
the sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been told to thank the Lord
for all that He will send,
but if death should come to meet me -
must I greet him as I friend?
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Faith starts to flounder in
a mind torn apart,
my thoughts move in time with
the beat of my heart.
A "creature of habit"
I make easy prey,
cross, faith and fire cannot
hold at bay the beast that
pursues me -
the end drawing near.
My soul keeps no secrets -
he knows what I fear.
Flying so high on the wings
of a dream,
over mountain and forest -
'cross river and stream.
While the creatures that feed
off the doubts I invent,
await my arrival with evil intent.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
So in that twilight world that
lies amidst life and death I dream,
and writhe in fitful slumber no-one
hears my silent screams.
Except the horses head that stares
with black and lifeless eyes,
atop its totem glaring as it mocks
my helpless cries.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Solo: Andy/Simon/Andy/Simon
Shapeless forms surround me me
casting shadows in the night,
I feel their breath upon me -
catch their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters come
to prey upon my fears -
as peals of psychopathic laughter
echo in my ears.
Startled I waken from my
death-like sleep,
though fearful and shaken
I crawl to my feet.
Still my memories taunt me -
like ghosts they appear,
forever to haunt me when
darkness draws near.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
Then fleeing from the terrors
of the night before I leave,
the remnants of reality behind
me 'neath the trees.
Walking in the light of dawn I
pray that God will send -
his wisdom now to guide me
through this night-time without end.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
				

Oh instrument of God force -
fed on ignorance and lies,
so blind and narrow-minded
that you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish thief
should know what he is taking -
lest he find himself within a
cage of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are many and
our path you must decide,
for the secrets that you seek
are all around you -
use your eyes.
The threads cannot be broken
that have brought you here to me -
and bind two foes together
like the best of enemies
You gaze upon me -
I can tell what you see,
a simple man -
with simple thoughts and
simple needs.
Superstition -
preying on a mind filled with fear,
opposition -
to all your "enlighted" ideas.
Yet I will show you more than
you can comprehend,
beware delusion is a
dangerous friend.
Ask loaded questions seeking
knowledge of a faith that
you wish to pervert -
all our values,
with hidden meanings
you try concealing your
underlying wish to convert -
"heathen" souls,
to a faith that will doubtless
send our Gods to the grave -
mistake you're making overlooking
the fact that we might no want
to be "saved".
THE SORCERERS CREED:-
Fear is an old friend of mine,
we have met many times before.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).
Death is a harsh fact of life
you cannot avoid or ignore.
The Life-force is as strong in
you as it is strong in me,
the difference is what you
hold captive I set free.
You seek to subjugate all
those who won't comply,
I'll your prejudice and
pride and show you why -
the values that you held so dear
(all your laws and rules),
they hold no more sway here
than the muttering of fools.
Just take a look about you and
I'm sure that you will find -
Heaven lies within our hearts
and Hell is but a figment of
your mind.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
Proceed with caution -
subservient to all your servey,
hidden dangers await us on
each step of our way.
Do not falter -
for if you do you will fall,
prey unto perils far worse
than you've encountered before.
Compared unto the threats we face
your devil seems so mild,
a relic from the faerie-tales my
mother told me as a child.
Why do you carry your God
like a weapon -
a dagger drawn ready to strike,
at the heart of a foe when you
don't really know the reason
that you fight? -
to replace our disgrace with
the "loving" embrace of your Lord -
can't you see that the plans
made for me and my people
to us seem absurd.
THE SORCERERS CREED:-
Death is the only recourse
I require in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no remorse
for folly and greed.
Pre-emptive prejudice has
dogmatised your life,
these blinkered views that once
held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
saint and sinner,
damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
an infantile faith -
by what right do you presume
to come and try to take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
amidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself" -
with this alone I can abide.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR:-
When living your life
like an arrow in flight
you must always accept that
the end is in sight,
be grateful at least for the fact
that you knew you came to death -
he did not come for you.
You are like targets
who sit and await -
patiently suffer
the arrows of fate,
saying "I'm but a mortal
and destined to die -
I can change nothing
so why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is an
"ember day" dawning,
your penance for living in
permanent mourning.
By erst 'while ideals your
hearts are enslaved,
you crawl out of the cradle
straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
of red wine and bread,
when you hunger for life -
but on death you are fed?
Do not underestimate
the task you undertake,
overcome your hopes and fears
and meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies -
but neither are they friends,
do not dare insult them lest
all nature you offend.
They who were here before us
will remain when we have gone,
and though we're long forgotten
still their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
the error of it's ways,
and in it's future glimpse
reflections of our yesterdays.
Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain
(Repeat)
				

Denizens of sylvan places
hidden from the eyes of man,
courtesans with sylph - like graces
dancing to the pipes of Pan -
that echoed through the ether
notes that soared on wings of halcyon,
songs to give our lives the meaning
that we lack flow they have gone.
Watch the pattern ever changing
in the tapestry of fate,
weft and weave now interlacing
silken strands that fabricate -
a cloak to fit both king and beggar,
those who rule and those that toil
are equal in the fact that
all pay homage to this mortal coil.
Icy fingers grasping madly
get a grip upon my throat -
and slowly squeeze the life out of me
on my dying words I choke,
a frantic prayer in desperation
cannot hope to make me whole,
a moments lapse of concentration
and the spirits free my soul.
Drugs and potions surge within me -
slowly paralize and kill me,
terrified I stumble blindly
into the unknown,
Outside looking in - observing
feelings that I find unnerving,
dying with my eyes wide open
helpless and alone.
The endless void that lies beyond -
with gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my worldly flesh aside and
plunge into eternity.
Once light hearted I departed -
on my quest hope courted me,
now a new love is my true love
and her name is misery.
Eyes as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my heart -
distract me from her milk-white hands
stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken -
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.
I plummet like a shooting-star
that shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight guide me
to the world which waits below.
I seem in need of nothing else
but rope enough to hang myself -
laughing through the gates of Hell I go.
MY SOULS LAMENT: -
Contained within a living shroud
my life-force fades and dies,
this weary heart grows heavy
as the coins upon my eyes.
The latch has now been lifted
on an ever open door,
and peering through I see things
as I never have before.
The hammer and the anvil meet -
in synchronicity they chime,
a sound so simple and complete
it needs no melody or rhyme.
Reforging all that I once was -
they make me into something new,
no longer trapped within this world
but transient and passing through -
the "valley of the shadow"
far beyond the "summerland",
like the wild-boar is my valour
now my life is in these hands -
that keep the seething cauldron steaming,
stoke the fires of destiny,
gently take me and re-shape me
All-wise smith of sorcery.
The fetters that bound me are broken -
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.
From the "cup of happiness"
the wine of hope I've sipped,
betrayed - I taste the bitterness
of pain upon my lips.
Though I try to drown my sorrows
they will surely drown me first,
for swallowing my pride
won't quench this thirst.
MY SOULS LAMENT:-
In this darkness light has faded -
hope becomes despair
loneliness for a companion -
with me everywhere.
I wander in confusion
while the tears that I have cried,
gleam like broken trinkets
you have worn then cast aside.
WODEN:-
"Now hand-in-hand with ignorance
the power-mad run blindly,
but retribution hunts you down
and rest assured he'll find thee.
No curtain can conceal you
for the ghosts of all you slander -
await you at your journeys end,
and, to them you must answer.
The poisons born upon your tongue
will never serve to slight me,
for I have dealt with many fools and
suffer your kind lightly.
Just as you sow so shall you reap -
and I my friend have plenty,
so sit ye down and eat your words
now that your plate is empty"
Solo: Simon/Andy
The endless void that lies beyond -
with gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my wordly flesh aside and
plunge into eternity.
Once light hearted I departed -
on my quest hope courted me,
now a new love is my true love
and her name is misery.
Eyes as dark as midnight-ravens
gems that filled my mind with awe,
enthral my heart -
distract me from her milk-white hands
stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken -
by words that were best left unspoken,
for now I am shackled to sadness
by chains that are tempered with madness.
I plummet like a shooting-star
that shines so bright yet falls so far,
shafts of moonlight guide me
to the world which waits below.
I seem in need of nothing else
but rope enough to hang myself -
laughing through the gates of Hell I go.
MY SOULS LAMENT:-
Contained within a living shroud
my life force fades and dies,
this weary heart grows heavy
as the coins upon my eyes.
The latch has now been lifted
on an ever open door,
and peering through I see things
as I never have before.
WODEN:-
"Why do the mighty view the world
through sycophantic eyes -
Then claim to us they know what's best
from pedestals of pride?
Don't take the views of others
and dismiss them out of hand
for when your pillars crumble
tell me who will you command?"
				

Intro:-
In thoughts from visions of the night,
when deep sleep falleth out of sight.
Many a strange thing will you dream -
though it is never what it seems.
Awakened from my troubled sleep -
where dreams once lost as
nightmares creep,
to steal my soul and suffocate
what sanity remains.
My anger mute -
my anguish blind
within this sad fragmented mind,
your eyes the spark to light the
fire that burns away my pain.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key,
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
Alone tonight -
myself and I,
on raven wings our spirits fly.
All hope has fallen out of sight
without the wit or will to fight.
I face up to my destiny -
you'll see another side to me,
a love that dare not speak it's
name is born tonight of sweat and
flame and.....
Wildfire - hallucinations
fill my mind with
Wildfire - a love so strong
that it is blind.
Wildfire -a dream of such
intensity.
Wildfire - it verges on
insanity.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key -
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn in....
Wildfire - we're like the
spider and the fly,
Wildfire - upon your web
ensnared am I.
Wildfire - bound by threads
that hold me tight,
Wildfire - so sweet the kiss
so cruel the bite.
How could you be such a fool,
to dare to break the golden rule?
Yet in the light of day I see
that you were right -
the fool is me!
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn.
Now my futile cries for help
are drowned in laughter.
Searching though I know I'll
never find what I'm after.
I seek a release from this
web of deceit -
now my terror is growing.
There is no escape from my fate
it's too late -
all my fears are showing.
Though I'm running from
something that just isn't there -
the panic is real,
and you must be blind for
my words cannot hide the
heartache I feel.....
Please God help me now.
				

Brands Soul: Anna Wildsmith
I'm standing at the
crossroads of my life -
nothing to lose.
Each path leads to oblivion,
whichever one I choose.
Rising from the ashes of my plight
I traverse filaments of light,
that permeate my ethereal forni -
on omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I an find
a balm to ease my troubled mind,
that I may glimpse things
yet unseen,
a world not grey -
but evergreen.
And can you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of natures creation?
Sisters of servitude -
fearful and fair,
who herald good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am "empty"
may once more be "whole".
SPIRIT VOICES:-
"Mortal be silent -
take heed as we speak,
not lightly will we return
that which you seek.
True wisdom walks hand in
hand with adversity,
knowledge exists on the
brink of uncertainty".
The moment that I saw her face
my lust I could not hide.
She knew me as no other -
viewed me through a lovers eyes.
A vision of sensual delight
pervades my senses -
and ignites new feeling
that I can't define,
desire for this succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, whore -
she is all these and yet still more
than I could hope to understand,
she takes my heart -
I take her hand....
And can you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
All my life I have yearned -
how my spirit has burned,
to taste of the fruits
that my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so pure
she could truly outshine any
star that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of servitude -
fearful and fair,
who herald good fortune
and mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and
give back my soul,
so that I who am "empty"
may once more be "whole".
"THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL":-
"Brand look no further -
for that which was lost can
be found in me if your
distrust becomes troth.
I will bestow you with
riches untold,
for I am your "harvest-home" -
I am your soul.
Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go -
I go with thee.
Corn is the gold that
will shine in the Summertime,
leaves are the emeralds
you find in the Spring.
At Autumn they turn and
as copper they burn,
then fall like the diamonds
that bleak Winter brings.
From the beginning when hoar -
frost and flame collided -
the birth of the world
to proclaim,
your lives have been guided -
decided by fate,
unaltered by changes that
you try to make.
The world keeps on turning -
men still live and die,
though many have questions
so few even try,
to search for the answers
that you have found here -
unaware of the threads in
the web that is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which carry me
cross oceans of tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my mind -
washed up like flotsam on the
tides of time.
I've no desire to return
from whence I came
now I have learned,
within us all resides
a dream of days not grey -
but evergreen.....
And can you blame me -
is it such a crime,
to crave for one small piece
of Heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have waded
through bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes sink
in a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a
paradise lost when here is
an Eden of natures creation?
All that is left of those
times are my memories,
days long since past into
realms of antiquity.
Tales round the fireside
from old men who reminisce,
speak of lost youth and
the age of "Mythistory".
Many a cold Winters night
she has come to me -
easing my sorrows and
soothing my fears,
in the dreams of this old man
a soft voice still comforts me,
made young once more by
the words that I hear.
"Come walk with me through
the vale of eternity,
for you must know ere you go -
I go with thee.....
I go with thee".
				

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BRAND:-
"I have wealth beyond measure -
my treasures are words
forged by time in a tale of
such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I as
my story begins,
yet like all fool considered
myself to be wise -
a match for all things.
But the lessons I've learned
I will never forget,
when your teacher is life then
success is survival and
failure means death.
From early youth I saw the world
through tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered mind philosophized
and fossilized,
secure in my belief was I -
assured throughout my life the
only things that could sustain me
were the words of Jesus Christ."
EAPPA:-
"There is no way to fight a foe
who strikes from the inside,
and once within we can begin to
smite this pagan pride.
We shall take their graven images
and grind them in the dirt,
for that men can live in paradise
must be the Devil's work."
BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER:-
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
(REPEAT)
EAPPA:-
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
one of us must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.
BRAND:-
"These were days I believed that
salvation was mine,
when I worshipped apostles
believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze -
and I thought I would bathe in the light
of our Lord 'till the end of my days.
But destiny mocked me -
and fate did bequest,
that the strength of my faith in
The Lord God Almighty be put to test."
EAPPA:-
"My son your work is matchless as
a scribe you have been blessed,
your skill and faith in God doth
qualify you for our quest.
You will sail to Southern England
and recount their blasphemies,
for their first step in their cure
must be to learn of their disease."
BRAND:-
"For one so young so great an honour
to be chosen for this task,
have I the strength -
would I be worthy?
questions that I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary searching
for lost souls to save -
or just another pawn in their
monastic power games?
BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER:-
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
EAPPA:-
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
you Wat Brand must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.
BRAND:-
"And so with terror in my heart
I learned what had to be,
that I must tour these foreign shores -
my cross for company.
Those who had preceded me
of pagan devils warned -
with fearful tales of christian souls
since martyred on their horns.
In my tale I will tell how we
all were deceived -
for in truth I was hunted not
hunter as I had believed.
How could I have known that the
guide they'd provide was to
show me far more than I'd ever
imagined I could have desired?
So soon would I learn
what a fool I had been,
there is more than one side to a coin -
life is not what it seems.....
It's no more than a dream."
				

Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:

With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.

Charge!

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."

Prayer shall offer no protection,
from the swords of Blasphemy,
holy altars rent asunder,
in our deeds - priests their destruction see:

The fear that dwells within them,
at the wrath of Satan's hoard,
grows and fills their hearts with terror,
those who live by prayer - die by the sword.

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."

Dark formations fly above us,
ghastly are the Lords of Hell,
who proudly storm the gates of heaven,
from which their noble masters fell...

Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:

With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.

Charge!

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."
				

Standing on a strange shore -
this desolate coastline,
it offers cold comfort.
Very little more than the sky
for a blanket,
the earth for my bed.
THE SISTERS OF WYRD:-
"The threads upon the loom of life
have foreordained your coming here,
so weep not mannikin of mankind -
dry your worthless puppet tears."
Unanswered questions -
how they play on my mind,
now that darkness is falling and
still there's no sign of my guide.
Either I have been betrayed -
they have left me to die,
or worse still at this moment he lies -
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked,
left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.
Childhood terrors return to me now,
from the rank stench of fear in
the sweat on my brow.
deceit and despair are to me
kith and kin,
seduced into slumber -
my nightmare begins.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
Daylight flees as night gives chase -
I'm held in panics dank embrace,
I smother in his cold caress -
the sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been told to thank the Lord
for all that He will send,
but if death should come to meet me -
must I greet him as I friend?
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Faith starts to flounder in
a mind torn apart,
my thoughts move in time with
the beat of my heart.
A "creature of habit"
I make easy prey,
cross, faith and fire cannot
hold at bay the beast that
pursues me -
the end drawing near.
My soul keeps no secrets -
he knows what I fear.
Flying so high on the wings
of a dream,
over mountain and forest -
'cross river and stream.
While the creatures that feed
off the doubts I invent,
await my arrival with evil intent.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
So in that twilight world that
lies amidst life and death I dream,
and writhe in fitful slumber no-one
hears my silent screams.
Except the horses head that stares
with black and lifeless eyes,
atop its totem glaring as it mocks
my helpless cries.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Solo: Andy/Simon/Andy/Simon
Shapeless forms surround me me
casting shadows in the night,
I feel their breath upon me -
catch their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters come
to prey upon my fears -
as peals of psychopathic laughter
echo in my ears.
Startled I waken from my
death-like sleep,
though fearful and shaken
I crawl to my feet.
Still my memories taunt me -
like ghosts they appear,
forever to haunt me when
darkness draws near.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
Then fleeing from the terrors
of the night before I leave,
the remnants of reality behind
me 'neath the trees.
Walking in the light of dawn I
pray that God will send -
his wisdom now to guide me
through this night-time without end.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
				

One man - one vision, racial purity,
madman or magician? A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more than superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.

Our destiny in prophecy -
we learn by our mistakes,
through each strata of society -
the poison infiltrates,
adding hatred to the embers -
'till the fire burns out of hand,
to spread the dark cloud swiftly -
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant Land'.

Security in ignorance,
out of sight is out of mind,
while children weep on city streets -
the blind deceive the blind,
they say 'welcome your lost brother
all he touches turns to gold',
yet my 'brother' tries to kill me -
out of love so I am told.

My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

History repeats itself - of this fact I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New Religion' -
the philosophy of hate.

My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

One man's condition - pure insanity?
a nation's submission - embracing destiny,
driven by compulsion - powered by the Vril,
do not mock the Crooked Cross - its power
is growing still.
				

[INTRODUCTION]
This tale I tell that all may see,
behind God's truth lurks treachery.

[VOICE OF GOD]
'Mine is the right to glory and light,
and you shall have heartache and pain,
yours must be Hell -
for in Heaven I'll dwell,
I care not for that earthly domain.'

[HOST OF RIGHTEOUS ANGELS]
'For crimes against divinity -
the loneliness of purgatory,
your kingdom rule - Humanity,
Mankind shall be your Hell.'

[LUCIFER]
'Why have you done this to me -
tell me what is my crime,
I'm tried and convicted -
guilty the fate that is mine.
You say I'm a Devil -
then by Hell the Devil I'll be.'

[NARRATION]
'As aeons passed without cessation -
brewing hatred from damnation,
in darkness Satan waited -
laughed as God the Earth created,
and man in his own image made -
unaware that plans were laid,
'till from the dark eternal night -
a serpent crawled into the light.

And so from darkness a rage without measure -
burst spreading the cancer 'cross Eden,
corrupting and tempting and never relenting,
abusing man's newly found freedom.'

[LUCIFER]
'Out of the abyss I come the avenger
shapeless and faceless - Yet I have a name,
I shall tighten my grip on your now flawed creation,
endeavour to show you the meaning of pain.'

'It soothes my heart,
to see you cry,
when I am done,
you will learn as I -
to suffer in Hell.'

'Impaled on the horns of a dilema -
it seems what were my nightmares,
are now naught but dreams,
for you who have riches know paradise well,
and I who have nothing am burning in Hell.'
				

Intro:-
In thoughts from visions of the night,
when deep sleep falleth out of sight.
Many a strange thing will you dream -
though it is never what it seems.
Awakened from my troubled sleep -
where dreams once lost as
nightmares creep,
to steal my soul and suffocate
what sanity remains.
My anger mute -
my anguish blind
within this sad fragmented mind,
your eyes the spark to light the
fire that burns away my pain.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key,
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
Alone tonight -
myself and I,
on raven wings our spirits fly.
All hope has fallen out of sight
without the wit or will to fight.
I face up to my destiny -
you'll see another side to me,
a love that dare not speak it's
name is born tonight of sweat and
flame and.....
Wildfire - hallucinations
fill my mind with
Wildfire - a love so strong
that it is blind.
Wildfire -a dream of such
intensity.
Wildfire - it verges on
insanity.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key -
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn in....
Wildfire - we're like the
spider and the fly,
Wildfire - upon your web
ensnared am I.
Wildfire - bound by threads
that hold me tight,
Wildfire - so sweet the kiss
so cruel the bite.
How could you be such a fool,
to dare to break the golden rule?
Yet in the light of day I see
that you were right -
the fool is me!
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn.
Now my futile cries for help
are drowned in laughter.
Searching though I know I'll
never find what I'm after.
I seek a release from this
web of deceit -
now my terror is growing.
There is no escape from my fate
it's too late -
all my fears are showing.
Though I'm running from
something that just isn't there -
the panic is real,
and you must be blind for
my words cannot hide the
heartache I feel.....
Please God help me now.
				

Oh instrument of God force -
fed on ignorance and lies,
so blind and narrow-minded
that you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish thief
should know what he is taking -
lest he find himself within a
cage of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are many and
our path you must decide,
for the secrets that you seek
are all around you -
use your eyes.
The threads cannot be broken
that have brought you here to me -
and bind two foes together
like the best of enemies
You gaze upon me -
I can tell what you see,
a simple man -
with simple thoughts and
simple needs.
Superstition -
preying on a mind filled with fear,
opposition -
to all your "enlighted" ideas.
Yet I will show you more than
you can comprehend,
beware delusion is a
dangerous friend.
Ask loaded questions seeking
knowledge of a faith that
you wish to pervert -
all our values,
with hidden meanings
you try concealing your
underlying wish to convert -
"heathen" souls,
to a faith that will doubtless
send our Gods to the grave -
mistake you're making overlooking
the fact that we might no want
to be "saved".
THE SORCERERS CREED:-
Fear is an old friend of mine,
we have met many times before.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).
Death is a harsh fact of life
you cannot avoid or ignore.
The Life-force is as strong in
you as it is strong in me,
the difference is what you
hold captive I set free.
You seek to subjugate all
those who won't comply,
I'll your prejudice and
pride and show you why -
the values that you held so dear
(all your laws and rules),
they hold no more sway here
than the muttering of fools.
Just take a look about you and
I'm sure that you will find -
Heaven lies within our hearts
and Hell is but a figment of
your mind.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
Proceed with caution -
subservient to all your servey,
hidden dangers await us on
each step of our way.
Do not falter -
for if you do you will fall,
prey unto perils far worse
than you've encountered before.
Compared unto the threats we face
your devil seems so mild,
a relic from the faerie-tales my
mother told me as a child.
Why do you carry your God
like a weapon -
a dagger drawn ready to strike,
at the heart of a foe when you
don't really know the reason
that you fight? -
to replace our disgrace with
the "loving" embrace of your Lord -
can't you see that the plans
made for me and my people
to us seem absurd.
THE SORCERERS CREED:-
Death is the only recourse
I require in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no remorse
for folly and greed.
Pre-emptive prejudice has
dogmatised your life,
these blinkered views that once
held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
saint and sinner,
damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
an infantile faith -
by what right do you presume
to come and try to take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
amidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself" -
with this alone I can abide.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR:-
When living your life
like an arrow in flight
you must always accept that
the end is in sight,
be grateful at least for the fact
that you knew you came to death -
he did not come for you.
You are like targets
who sit and await -
patiently suffer
the arrows of fate,
saying "I'm but a mortal
and destined to die -
I can change nothing
so why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is an
"ember day" dawning,
your penance for living in
permanent mourning.
By erst 'while ideals your
hearts are enslaved,
you crawl out of the cradle
straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
of red wine and bread,
when you hunger for life -
but on death you are fed?
Do not underestimate
the task you undertake,
overcome your hopes and fears
and meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies -
but neither are they friends,
do not dare insult them lest
all nature you offend.
They who were here before us
will remain when we have gone,
and though we're long forgotten
still their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
the error of it's ways,
and in it's future glimpse
reflections of our yesterdays.
Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain
(Repeat)
				

Our tounges they could not silence,
with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence,
remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire,
I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations,
demanding I am killed.

'We shall show no mercy to heathen
such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused
the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless,
though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved,
we'll burn you just the same.'

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition,
is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force
from shattered hands.

Abused my broken body is cleansed
by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' -
yet in whose name I'm slain.

My innocence the victim of their
superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past
three hundred years,
preaching peace and mercy 'neath the
shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror -
slaughter in the name of Christ.
				

Faustus begin thine incantations,
take good care to draw thy circle true,
by God must you prevail -
for if you fail these
demons make a meal of you.

Your soul shall be their meat -
a kingly feast for them to eat,
beware your future at hand,
alas for thou art dammed.

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Faustus seek repentance,
abjure this evil art,
cease this wretched wickedness
and cleans thy foolish heart,
for the evil that once served you
has made of you a slave,
and transformed your bed of roses'
to a premature grave."

Then in a mighty flash of light
before thee Mephistopheles appears.

[FAUSTUS:]
"I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar."

[MEPHISTOPHELES:]
"Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed."

[BAD ANGEL:]
"Faustus be thou resolute
in what thou wilst perform,
ignore these righteous idiots -
their trinity to scorn,
for years of depravation you receive eternal life,
but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
are by far the better price."

[FAUSTUS:]
"Temptations all around me,
is there nowhere I can turn?
Hellfire is all about me,
now I know that I shall burn,
I face excommunication for the error
of my ways - to burn in Hell for all my days.
Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell,
forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell.

Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul.
Be gone foul beast that stands before me,
my God! The midnight hour chimes,
oh Lord have mercy he comes for me,
I haven't got much time.
I am awake this is no dream,
I cry - but terror takes my scream,
and now my future is at hand,
also for I am dammed."

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Think for just one moment
and I'm sure that you will see,
the moral of this story -
that what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to Hell,
must dare to pay the price,
he versed in divinity must
live a noble life -
OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!
				

The stage is set my friends for the play that never ends -
this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,
once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by the pound,
assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.

Your mouth so paralysed with fear you dare not speak,
your eyes so blind and hypnotised you cannot weep,
so blinkered to reality that you no longer care,
that profit is the prophet of corruption and despair.

Bring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,
who invite you to ride on their merry-go-rounds,
they make the money and they make the rules,
you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.

[THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:]
God of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,
for many lives were bought and sold that
I may walk your streets of gold,
though my heart is cold and still I rest
in peace my pockets filled,
and bear the smile of one who knows
through God's Love my cup overflows.

A 'salvation salesman's dream -
guillible to the extreme,
easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these charlatans and theives whose
delight is to decieve - all the fools who
still believe they really care.

And if all the Devil's minions were let loose to do their will,
I think they'd be hard pressed to match in diabolic skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,
who sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.

The curtain never falls on the show that has it all,
taken in you can't begin to see their lies,
for the people who are clapping are the ones
who will be laughing at your fate,
they just can't wait to bleed you dry.
				

Faustus begin thine incantations,
take good care to draw thy circle true,
by God must you prevail -
for if you fail these
demons make a meal of you.

Your soul shall be their meat -
a kingly feast for them to eat,
beware your future at hand,
alas for thou art dammed.

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Faustus seek repentance,
abjure this evil art,
cease this wretched wickedness
and cleans thy foolish heart,
for the evil that once served you
has made of you a slave,
and transformed your bed of roses'
to a premature grave."

Then in a mighty flash of light
before thee Mephistopheles appears.

[FAUSTUS:]
"I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar."

[MEPHISTOPHELES:]
"Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed."

[BAD ANGEL:]
"Faustus be thou resolute
in what thou wilst perform,
ignore these righteous idiots -
their trinity to scorn,
for years of depravation you receive eternal life,
but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
are by far the better price."

[FAUSTUS:]
"Temptations all around me,
is there nowhere I can turn?
Hellfire is all about me,
now I know that I shall burn,
I face excommunication for the error
of my ways - to burn in Hell for all my days.
Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell,
forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell.

Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul.
Be gone foul beast that stands before me,
my God! The midnight hour chimes,
oh Lord have mercy he comes for me,
I haven't got much time.
I am awake this is no dream,
I cry - but terror takes my scream,
and now my future is at hand,
also for I am dammed."

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Think for just one moment
and I'm sure that you will see,
the moral of this story -
that what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to Hell,
must dare to pay the price,
he versed in divinity must
live a noble life -
OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!
				

Our tounges they could not silence,
with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence,
remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire,
I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations,
demanding I am killed.

'We shall show no mercy to heathen
such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused
the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless,
though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved,
we'll burn you just the same.'

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition,
is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force
from shattered hands.

Abused my broken body is cleansed
by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' -
yet in whose name I'm slain.

My innocence the victim of their
superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past
three hundred years,
preaching peace and mercy 'neath the
shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror -
slaughter in the name of Christ.
				

[Instrumental]
				

BRAND:-
"I have wealth beyond measure -
my treasures are words
forged by time in a tale of
such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I as
my story begins,
yet like all fool considered
myself to be wise -
a match for all things.
But the lessons I've learned
I will never forget,
when your teacher is life then
success is survival and
failure means death.
From early youth I saw the world
through tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered mind philosophized
and fossilized,
secure in my belief was I -
assured throughout my life the
only things that could sustain me
were the words of Jesus Christ."
EAPPA:-
"There is no way to fight a foe
who strikes from the inside,
and once within we can begin to
smite this pagan pride.
We shall take their graven images
and grind them in the dirt,
for that men can live in paradise
must be the Devil's work."
BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER:-
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
(REPEAT)
EAPPA:-
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
one of us must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.
BRAND:-
"These were days I believed that
salvation was mine,
when I worshipped apostles
believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer haze -
and I thought I would bathe in the light
of our Lord 'till the end of my days.
But destiny mocked me -
and fate did bequest,
that the strength of my faith in
The Lord God Almighty be put to test."
EAPPA:-
"My son your work is matchless as
a scribe you have been blessed,
your skill and faith in God doth
qualify you for our quest.
You will sail to Southern England
and recount their blasphemies,
for their first step in their cure
must be to learn of their disease."
BRAND:-
"For one so young so great an honour
to be chosen for this task,
have I the strength -
would I be worthy?
questions that I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary searching
for lost souls to save -
or just another pawn in their
monastic power games?
BROTHERS OF THE
HOLY ORDER:-
"The clerical conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your sins -
we have come to purify,
to purge you of your liberty -
absolve you of all sanity,
the "truth" you want to hear we
shall provide."
EAPPA:-
"How can hope to save these
heathen when we know not of
their ways,
you Wat Brand must journey southward -
infiltrate and then assuage.
Only when we have these knowledge
can we finalize our plans,
greet them with a velvet glove -
then crush them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed with virtue -
hearts afire with blind obsession,
cannot see the difference 'twixt
compassion and oppression.
BRAND:-
"And so with terror in my heart
I learned what had to be,
that I must tour these foreign shores -
my cross for company.
Those who had preceded me
of pagan devils warned -
with fearful tales of christian souls
since martyred on their horns.
In my tale I will tell how we
all were deceived -
for in truth I was hunted not
hunter as I had believed.
How could I have known that the
guide they'd provide was to
show me far more than I'd ever
imagined I could have desired?
So soon would I learn
what a fool I had been,
there is more than one side to a coin -
life is not what it seems.....
It's no more than a dream."
				

Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:

With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.

Charge!

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."

Prayer shall offer no protection,
from the swords of Blasphemy,
holy altars rent asunder,
in our deeds - priests their destruction see:

The fear that dwells within them,
at the wrath of Satan's hoard,
grows and fills their hearts with terror,
those who live by prayer - die by the sword.

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."

Dark formations fly above us,
ghastly are the Lords of Hell,
who proudly storm the gates of heaven,
from which their noble masters fell...

Soldiers of fortune,
kings of Hades,
in our quest for power unite,
black messiahs,
devastation angels,
gird our loins -
prepare to fight:

With weapons drawn in anger,
at last we stand our ground,
crusaders of damnation,
in death our purpose is found at last.

Charge!

We're cleansing the world with
destruction and war,
fear for your life when we knock at your door,
there will be no salvation,
just death and starvation,
and Earth shall be Hell evermore.

Hark! The fallen Angels sing:
"Glory to Satan our King,
the Holy Church we thus defied,
the usurper crucified."
				

Standing on a strange shore -
this desolate coastline,
it offers cold comfort.
Very little more than the sky
for a blanket,
the earth for my bed.
THE SISTERS OF WYRD:-
"The threads upon the loom of life
have foreordained your coming here,
so weep not mannikin of mankind -
dry your worthless puppet tears."
Unanswered questions -
how they play on my mind,
now that darkness is falling and
still there's no sign of my guide.
Either I have been betrayed -
they have left me to die,
or worse still at this moment he lies -
an unwitting victim by brigands attacked,
left naked and dead with a knife
In his back.
Childhood terrors return to me now,
from the rank stench of fear in
the sweat on my brow.
deceit and despair are to me
kith and kin,
seduced into slumber -
my nightmare begins.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
Daylight flees as night gives chase -
I'm held in panics dank embrace,
I smother in his cold caress -
the sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been told to thank the Lord
for all that He will send,
but if death should come to meet me -
must I greet him as I friend?
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Faith starts to flounder in
a mind torn apart,
my thoughts move in time with
the beat of my heart.
A "creature of habit"
I make easy prey,
cross, faith and fire cannot
hold at bay the beast that
pursues me -
the end drawing near.
My soul keeps no secrets -
he knows what I fear.
Flying so high on the wings
of a dream,
over mountain and forest -
'cross river and stream.
While the creatures that feed
off the doubts I invent,
await my arrival with evil intent.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
So in that twilight world that
lies amidst life and death I dream,
and writhe in fitful slumber no-one
hears my silent screams.
Except the horses head that stares
with black and lifeless eyes,
atop its totem glaring as it mocks
my helpless cries.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
Solo: Andy/Simon/Andy/Simon
Shapeless forms surround me me
casting shadows in the night,
I feel their breath upon me -
catch their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters come
to prey upon my fears -
as peals of psychopathic laughter
echo in my ears.
Startled I waken from my
death-like sleep,
though fearful and shaken
I crawl to my feet.
Still my memories taunt me -
like ghosts they appear,
forever to haunt me when
darkness draws near.
WODEN:-
"Welcome - welcome to my domain,
I have been biding my time.
Watching and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you play on the end
of your strings 'till the end of
your days."
Then fleeing from the terrors
of the night before I leave,
the remnants of reality behind
me 'neath the trees.
Walking in the light of dawn I
pray that God will send -
his wisdom now to guide me
through this night-time without end.
Now I see that this quest is
a test of my fidelity -
has God forsaken me?
When madness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown things -
to cast aspersion on my sanity.
				

One man - one vision, racial purity,
madman or magician? A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more than superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.

Our destiny in prophecy -
we learn by our mistakes,
through each strata of society -
the poison infiltrates,
adding hatred to the embers -
'till the fire burns out of hand,
to spread the dark cloud swiftly -
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant Land'.

Security in ignorance,
out of sight is out of mind,
while children weep on city streets -
the blind deceive the blind,
they say 'welcome your lost brother
all he touches turns to gold',
yet my 'brother' tries to kill me -
out of love so I am told.

My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

History repeats itself - of this fact I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New Religion' -
the philosophy of hate.

My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.

One man's condition - pure insanity?
a nation's submission - embracing destiny,
driven by compulsion - powered by the Vril,
do not mock the Crooked Cross - its power
is growing still.
				

[INTRODUCTION]
This tale I tell that all may see,
behind God's truth lurks treachery.

[VOICE OF GOD]
'Mine is the right to glory and light,
and you shall have heartache and pain,
yours must be Hell -
for in Heaven I'll dwell,
I care not for that earthly domain.'

[HOST OF RIGHTEOUS ANGELS]
'For crimes against divinity -
the loneliness of purgatory,
your kingdom rule - Humanity,
Mankind shall be your Hell.'

[LUCIFER]
'Why have you done this to me -
tell me what is my crime,
I'm tried and convicted -
guilty the fate that is mine.
You say I'm a Devil -
then by Hell the Devil I'll be.'

[NARRATION]
'As aeons passed without cessation -
brewing hatred from damnation,
in darkness Satan waited -
laughed as God the Earth created,
and man in his own image made -
unaware that plans were laid,
'till from the dark eternal night -
a serpent crawled into the light.

And so from darkness a rage without measure -
burst spreading the cancer 'cross Eden,
corrupting and tempting and never relenting,
abusing man's newly found freedom.'

[LUCIFER]
'Out of the abyss I come the avenger
shapeless and faceless - Yet I have a name,
I shall tighten my grip on your now flawed creation,
endeavour to show you the meaning of pain.'

'It soothes my heart,
to see you cry,
when I am done,
you will learn as I -
to suffer in Hell.'

'Impaled on the horns of a dilema -
it seems what were my nightmares,
are now naught but dreams,
for you who have riches know paradise well,
and I who have nothing am burning in Hell.'
				

Intro:-
In thoughts from visions of the night,
when deep sleep falleth out of sight.
Many a strange thing will you dream -
though it is never what it seems.
Awakened from my troubled sleep -
where dreams once lost as
nightmares creep,
to steal my soul and suffocate
what sanity remains.
My anger mute -
my anguish blind
within this sad fragmented mind,
your eyes the spark to light the
fire that burns away my pain.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key,
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
Alone tonight -
myself and I,
on raven wings our spirits fly.
All hope has fallen out of sight
without the wit or will to fight.
I face up to my destiny -
you'll see another side to me,
a love that dare not speak it's
name is born tonight of sweat and
flame and.....
Wildfire - hallucinations
fill my mind with
Wildfire - a love so strong
that it is blind.
Wildfire -a dream of such
intensity.
Wildfire - it verges on
insanity.
Protected by reality -
yet you still fear the beast in me,
your reckless tongue could be the key -
you'll be the first to die
if it breaks free.
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn in....
Wildfire - we're like the
spider and the fly,
Wildfire - upon your web
ensnared am I.
Wildfire - bound by threads
that hold me tight,
Wildfire - so sweet the kiss
so cruel the bite.
How could you be such a fool,
to dare to break the golden rule?
Yet in the light of day I see
that you were right -
the fool is me!
In streams of raw emotion
down my cheeks the tears flow,
with my tongue tied I damn these
eyes that let my feelings show.
Bursting with frustration -
feel the cancer eat my mind,
flirting with damnation -
to all danger I am blind.
Twisted and contorted -
forsaken and forlorn,
like the love you have aborted -
yet tonight I am reborn.
Now my futile cries for help
are drowned in laughter.
Searching though I know I'll
never find what I'm after.
I seek a release from this
web of deceit -
now my terror is growing.
There is no escape from my fate
it's too late -
all my fears are showing.
Though I'm running from
something that just isn't there -
the panic is real,
and you must be blind for
my words cannot hide the
heartache I feel.....
Please God help me now.
				

Oh instrument of God force -
fed on ignorance and lies,
so blind and narrow-minded
that you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish thief
should know what he is taking -
lest he find himself within a
cage of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are many and
our path you must decide,
for the secrets that you seek
are all around you -
use your eyes.
The threads cannot be broken
that have brought you here to me -
and bind two foes together
like the best of enemies
You gaze upon me -
I can tell what you see,
a simple man -
with simple thoughts and
simple needs.
Superstition -
preying on a mind filled with fear,
opposition -
to all your "enlighted" ideas.
Yet I will show you more than
you can comprehend,
beware delusion is a
dangerous friend.
Ask loaded questions seeking
knowledge of a faith that
you wish to pervert -
all our values,
with hidden meanings
you try concealing your
underlying wish to convert -
"heathen" souls,
to a faith that will doubtless
send our Gods to the grave -
mistake you're making overlooking
the fact that we might no want
to be "saved".
THE SORCERERS CREED:-
Fear is an old friend of mine,
we have met many times before.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).
Death is a harsh fact of life
you cannot avoid or ignore.
The Life-force is as strong in
you as it is strong in me,
the difference is what you
hold captive I set free.
You seek to subjugate all
those who won't comply,
I'll your prejudice and
pride and show you why -
the values that you held so dear
(all your laws and rules),
they hold no more sway here
than the muttering of fools.
Just take a look about you and
I'm sure that you will find -
Heaven lies within our hearts
and Hell is but a figment of
your mind.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
Proceed with caution -
subservient to all your servey,
hidden dangers await us on
each step of our way.
Do not falter -
for if you do you will fall,
prey unto perils far worse
than you've encountered before.
Compared unto the threats we face
your devil seems so mild,
a relic from the faerie-tales my
mother told me as a child.
Why do you carry your God
like a weapon -
a dagger drawn ready to strike,
at the heart of a foe when you
don't really know the reason
that you fight? -
to replace our disgrace with
the "loving" embrace of your Lord -
can't you see that the plans
made for me and my people
to us seem absurd.
THE SORCERERS CREED:-
Death is the only recourse
I require in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no remorse
for folly and greed.
Pre-emptive prejudice has
dogmatised your life,
these blinkered views that once
held true will no longer suffice.
For in my world there is no point
where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and evil,
saint and sinner,
damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant of
an infantile faith -
by what right do you presume
to come and try to take my place?
If there is one grain of truth
amidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself" -
with this alone I can abide.
These teachings that you deem so
sacred become words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith that
preaches something worth believing.
What is to become of us when
truth is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature cries?
THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR:-
When living your life
like an arrow in flight
you must always accept that
the end is in sight,
be grateful at least for the fact
that you knew you came to death -
he did not come for you.
You are like targets
who sit and await -
patiently suffer
the arrows of fate,
saying "I'm but a mortal
and destined to die -
I can change nothing
so why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is an
"ember day" dawning,
your penance for living in
permanent mourning.
By erst 'while ideals your
hearts are enslaved,
you crawl out of the cradle
straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
of red wine and bread,
when you hunger for life -
but on death you are fed?
Do not underestimate
the task you undertake,
overcome your hopes and fears
and meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies -
but neither are they friends,
do not dare insult them lest
all nature you offend.
They who were here before us
will remain when we have gone,
and though we're long forgotten
still their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
the error of it's ways,
and in it's future glimpse
reflections of our yesterdays.
Drawn to the spirits like
moths to a flame -
when there is no risk then
there can be no gain
(Repeat)
				

Our tounges they could not silence,
with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence,
remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire,
I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations,
demanding I am killed.

'We shall show no mercy to heathen
such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused
the Church's clemency,
your wicked acts are endless,
though the crimes they cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved,
we'll burn you just the same.'

Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition,
is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force
from shattered hands.

Abused my broken body is cleansed
by righteous flame,
their God a 'God of Mercy' -
yet in whose name I'm slain.

My innocence the victim of their
superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past
three hundred years,
preaching peace and mercy 'neath the
shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror -
slaughter in the name of Christ.
				

Faustus begin thine incantations,
take good care to draw thy circle true,
by God must you prevail -
for if you fail these
demons make a meal of you.

Your soul shall be their meat -
a kingly feast for them to eat,
beware your future at hand,
alas for thou art dammed.

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Faustus seek repentance,
abjure this evil art,
cease this wretched wickedness
and cleans thy foolish heart,
for the evil that once served you
has made of you a slave,
and transformed your bed of roses'
to a premature grave."

Then in a mighty flash of light
before thee Mephistopheles appears.

[FAUSTUS:]
"I charge thee go and change thy shape,
for you fill my soul with fear.
Now swift-as-hell back to the fire
return an old Franciscan Friar."

[MEPHISTOPHELES:]
"Mortal command me while you can,
For surely thou art dammed."

[BAD ANGEL:]
"Faustus be thou resolute
in what thou wilst perform,
ignore these righteous idiots -
their trinity to scorn,
for years of depravation you receive eternal life,
but fame and wealth and maidens-fair
are by far the better price."

[FAUSTUS:]
"Temptations all around me,
is there nowhere I can turn?
Hellfire is all about me,
now I know that I shall burn,
I face excommunication for the error
of my ways - to burn in Hell for all my days.
Bell, book and candle, candle, book, bell,
forwards and backwards to damn me to Hell.

Jehova I beg thee have mercy on my soul.
Be gone foul beast that stands before me,
my God! The midnight hour chimes,
oh Lord have mercy he comes for me,
I haven't got much time.
I am awake this is no dream,
I cry - but terror takes my scream,
and now my future is at hand,
also for I am dammed."

[GOOD ANGEL:]
"Think for just one moment
and I'm sure that you will see,
the moral of this story -
that what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to Hell,
must dare to pay the price,
he versed in divinity must
live a noble life -
OR ELSE HE IS DAMNED!
				

The stage is set my friends for the play that never ends -
this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,
once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by the pound,
assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.

Your mouth so paralysed with fear you dare not speak,
your eyes so blind and hypnotised you cannot weep,
so blinkered to reality that you no longer care,
that profit is the prophet of corruption and despair.

Bring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,
who invite you to ride on their merry-go-rounds,
they make the money and they make the rules,
you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.

[THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:]
God of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,
for many lives were bought and sold that
I may walk your streets of gold,
though my heart is cold and still I rest
in peace my pockets filled,
and bear the smile of one who knows
through God's Love my cup overflows.

A 'salvation salesman's dream -
guillible to the extreme,
easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these charlatans and theives whose
delight is to decieve - all the fools who
still believe they really care.

And if all the Devil's minions were let loose to do their will,
I think they'd be hard pressed to match in diabolic skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,
who sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.

The curtain never falls on the show that has it all,
taken in you can't begin to see their lies,
for the people who are clapping are the ones
who will be laughing at your fate,
they just can't wait to bleed you dry.