I am the son of a legend and reborn to kill This is the time, this is the place Like noxious slivers your eyes, but I'm holding the gaze You will not break me, you will not erase me I am here to take your life today I'll see you in Heaven I'll see you in Hell If this is the end before it begins, Then we'll meet again Ten thousand moons were my candles through all of these nights Thirsting for vengeance puked out the black knight Hundreds of thousands I've murdered without any thrill What's your arcanum for breaking my will? I am here to take your life today I'll see you in Heaven I'll see you in Hell If this is the end before it begins, Then we'll meet again This is a sword Forged by a god With a steel so divine older than time A heavenly blade So much colder than ice With the wisdom to find the end of a bloodline When you're dying here on Judgment Day, It's the day of sweet revenge All the children dancing on their graves, singing "Death is beautiful - death is so beautiful" I'll see you in Heaven I'll see you in Hell If this is the end before it begins, Then we'll meet again If this is the end before it begins, Then we'll meet again (I am a monster - I am a saint) (I am a monster - I am a vampyre)

When you find the one and only It's like findin' a needle in the hay Ev'ryone of us is lookin' for love So when love comes along You can't let it get away When you're someone's one and only And he says that he's nothin' without you When at last you know where you belong Then you're one of the chosen few Yes, you're one of the chosen few Well I found my one and only Like the long, lonesome river finds the sea And I can't believe how lucky I was That you and your love were waitin' around for me You're my darlin' one and only I've got no more lookin' left to do With a love as sweet as ours I know that I'm one of the chosen few Yes, I'm one of the chosen few

Run - heart in my mouth Run so hard that it beats And repeats in my head like a gun East - west, north and south No direction to go But I know that the ending's begun I know I made a mistake coming here again But I had to remind myself of where and When We threw off our chains Hid ourselves in ourselves from the world And its organised hell Now - nothing remains Barely a trace of the place where I knew Him well Down Down he said get on the floor And stay well away from the door Or someone will see us for sure And I Loved him like no-one before Princess madonna and whore Kept comig back for more Run - goodness know where I'm a poor refugee And I might as well be on the moon Still why should I care? I had it all in one grand afternoon Down Down he said get on the floor And stay well away from the door Or someone will see us for sure And I Loved him like no-one before Princess madonna and whore Kept comig back for more I Feeling the death and decay Didn't expect him to stay Stay with me Julia stay But I Only remember that day As ruler of all I survey And nothing can take that away

WHOSO PULLETH OUT THIS SWORD FROM THIS STONE AND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE- BORN KING OF ALL BRITAIN ARTHUR Upon a New Year's day A host of knights did pray That from the anvil one could draw the sword. As each knight took his turn They found the anvil, held it firm; None worthy of a future King and Lord. Sir Kay the bravest knight Appeared to try his might He dreamed of being King, as all the rest To Arthur Sir Kay called to search And bring for him a sword In earnest Arthur set about his quest. A churchyard in the wood The sword and anvil stood And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone The anvil now defeated His quest for the sword completed A sword that was to place him on the throne A sword that was to place him on the throne. Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword And knelt to pray Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand They marvelled at his quest Proclaiming to the rest Arthur is the King of all this land Arthur the King of all this land.

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words Of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks In the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, died in the church And was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt From his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all belong?