The End of the Lane
Born unto thee a world without protection
Thrust into the sun without your reflection
Helpless, seeking aid, a well of destruction
The ocean at the end of the lane reveals your downfall
Your heart is so closed to me
You won't believe what I've spelt for you
Every single mountain climbed, never enough for him
Never for you
The Witchening
Fighting emptiness inside
Into nothingness collide
Bring me the night
Closer to the rite
There is nothing left for me
You are all you said you’d be
Witches knelt by fever swear
Into nothing of despair
Masses of malediction
A righteous form of infliction
Fighting emptiness inside
Into nothingness collide
Bring me the night
Closer to the rite
There is nothing left for me
You are all you said you’d be
Witches knelt by fever swear
Into nothing of despair
Masses of malediction
A righteous form of infliction
Dream Hunters
Wake up
It’s only a dream
Feel your heart burst at the seams
I tell you this is the truth
But you can’t see me
I’m just the fates, it’s your destiny
Tell him it’s destruction
Tell him it’s delirium
Tell him it’s just desire
Tell him his realm is on fire
No more lies
No more alibis of obsession
I’m taking back a tale of despair
Can you see through the lies of the endless?
Without hope, without death
There would be nothing for you to dream of
In the hopes of hell
In the hopes of heaven
Without hope, without death
And so we end this dream, leading you back home
And so we end this dream, leading you back home
Hyperion
This is the right of times divided
This is the shrike of all ignited
No one can hear you now
Within the heart of all that dies
Are you suffering?
For a man who promised you naught
Are you healing?
Within the chamber in which you rot
Choose again, choose again
This is not the end
This is not the end
Every moment is meant for so much more
Every ounce of hatred easy to ignore
When you look into the sun
You will hear Apollo’s song
Eclipse
Born under the tree of corpse
Raised with a sword in his hand
Mercenary temporary
Until the Band of the Falcon found him
One hundred men
Killed in her honor
The way she looked at you
The way she looked at him
And so that day you drew your blade
And you decided to walk away
Captured and jailed
A tiny life given for him to live
A strange rumor
A tortured hawk
And so he fights his way back
This is my sacrifice
For the castle in the clouds
For this dream I take all of you
Don’t come near, don’t come near
All your comrades
Ripped away from this mortal plane
Beastly frenzy Godhand ready
The eclipse has started again
You’ve been branded
The mark of the sacrifice
Mark of the sacrifice
Skull Knight
His sword shines bright
This is my sacrifice
For the castle in the clouds
For this dream I take all of you
Don’t come near, don’t come near
Awakened
From that day you looked at me
And my whole world melted away
Trapped inside helpless
Set me free
Let me learn how to live
How to live
From the first time
You shielded me with comfort and warmth
I looked to you like a goddess
With a faint sweet smile
I saw in you what I saw in me
Loneliness
There isn’t a day that goes by
When I don’t sit and remember
The way you looked upon that hill
When she slaughtered you
I tried to scream, I tried to run
But my body froze still
As she flew away into the sun
And I cradled you
The Chantry
See you at the chant of light
Be there with the hope in your eyes
Sunrise gone wrong
Hivernal waits on his throne
Searching for the conquered one
Led by fate, the call for home
Call for home
Pick up your steel, ancients forsworn
A hollow life, void of heart and home
Black boiled tears, magic gone wrong
Within your fears, all alone inside
The pillar of my pride
See you at the chant of light
Magic inside of us grays out my vision
Floating dust, remanent of must
Beneath the walls lies secrets
Unknown patterns of life
Pick up your steel, ancients forsworn
A hollow life, void of heart and home
Black boiled tears, magic gone wrong
Within your fears, all alone inside
The pillar of my pride
Televators (Original by The Mars Volta)
Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this
Three half-eaten corneas
Who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks, crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod, crescent in shape, has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room-colored charlatan hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks, crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod, crescent in shape, has escaped
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks, crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go