Beyond the Pale - Fall Of An Empire

How many nights have I been away? These hotel walls all look the same I'm numb from all this traveling Meanwhile, your life is happening And I'll be yours, beyond the pale There's temptation all around me And I should look away And I'll be yours, it's not a sin Just a simple conversation It don't mean anything In the dark And you're lighting me up With a spark And I said too many secrets Now I'm lost But I don't wanna fall for you 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting at home Fix up, look sharp, have another drink Missed calls, thin walls, are they listening? Who's in the background whispering? Some new friends I'll never see again And I'll be yours, beyond the pale There's temptation all around me But I stay anyway I'll be yours, it's not a sin I am starving for emotion That seems so innocent In the dark And you're lighting me up With a spark And I said too many secrets Now I'm lost But I don't wanna fall for you 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting When it starts Learned a lesson in trust We're apart And I'm caught up in the moment with a stranger 'Cause I'm playing with fire, and baby I've already got somebody Somebody who loves me more Somebody who loves me more Somebody who loves me more 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting at home, beyond the pale And I'll be yours, beyond the pale I'll be yours, beyond the pale 'Cause I've already got somebody Somebody waiting at home

I was awakened by the howling of the dog Or perhaps a wolf Summoned by the voices who are shouting in my ear The Pale King comes from afar Before the time, who will decide? I've lived to see one thousand moons I am weak, I am ill I am old with a taste for the kill All that I've seen in the years that I possess Faces I don't recognize Summoning the ancients with the evil that awaits Reading from the book of the dead Zone of the gods, below the sea I've traveled amongst the stars I am life, I am death I control the gates of this world The Pale King's reign condemns this world They're doing time 'til the end of their lives Falling Traveling through out this world Falling Falling from the skies Taken from the prophecy as they control your mind The Pale King hold your fate One hundred thousand years and counting One hundred million more to go Throughout his life he keeps on searching The pale king makes this world his own And the seals of these are written herein Yet others I must take with me The spirit of Daemon no longer known Anu have mercy on my soul

Within these words, I'll hide the contempt for the purpose I serve. Silently, I withhold my resolve, and pursue, while my dignity dissolves, A bit more everyday... I'll hold on to the end, and fight my resentment. You see, I have succumbed, in order to complete, what must be done. Stand tall, to keep faith and fight. Take up arms, and prepare, for the, onslaught. Prepare yourself. Concealed in shadows, there are weaknesses. I have uncloaked them, to reveal their impurities. I lay, concealed, awake, in hopes of finding safety from their, Unrelenting, beatings, which they have organized in spite Of all, your own, actions, which we have followed to a "T" But we, have been, displaced, we have been driven from our course. The battle rages on, as my mind begins to sway. I am redeemed through consequence, but my guilt is still in play. But the fact of the matter is, is that I've sacrificed, Everything I am, while I was standing here for you. Prepare yourself, just save yourself. There is no escaping, we must strive to alter fate, In order to recover, from this faltered state. Within these words, I hid the contempt for the purpose I served silently. I withheld my resolve, and pursued, while my dignity dissolved.

This is my confession I have lost all of my friends I've lost more than that And I don't know if I can get it back I've gone off the deep end Can't seem to find my way home A broken man confides Choking out a long bitter goodbye This is my diary My sonnet my symphony All my fears I can find in thee My blood, my sweat, my tyranny You would need my eyes If you were to see That I am just me Not the demon you made me to be Why weeps the willow A sadness in the root says i A smoky diary that billows A cloud of sorrow with each sigh