Whoah Deep in the ancient woods, a secret lies Hidden safely within the moonlit skies Tales of valor, of courage untold Whispered between the leaves in the fold That hero's heart fearless and bold Beneath the shadows, a battle rages Echo at night, throughout the ages A warrior's tale, is left untold Against the darkness, he held to his ground Yet in his heart, a fortress is found Whispers of a tale forgotten Resounds in the night, never frail A warrior's spirit, forged in strife Roars Whoah The ground beneath our feet Trembles with every beat Standing at the mountain's peak Unveiled as dawn breaks Beneath the shadows, a battle rages Echo at night, throughout the ages A warrior's tale, still left untold Against the darkness, he held to his ground Yet in his heart, a fortress is found Whoah Whispers of a tale forgotten Resounds in the night, never frail A warrior's spirit, forged in strife Roars Whoah Against the darkness, he held to his ground Yet in his heart, a fortress is found Against the darkness, he held to his ground Yet in his heart, a fortress is found Against the darkness, he held to his ground Yet in his heart, a fortress is found

Decadent, nearly divine Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight In the mezzanine above, they applaud Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun Murder in cold blood, as art in motion Masquerade! They rise and they fall A pirouette, in the cadence of song One mask falls down, another appears It's not what they see (Not what they see) It is what they believe (What they believe) It is there, at the crux of their judgement Fantasy becomes the desire The tragic poem ends as it begun And the men in the masks in death will live on Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed Please take my hand, and step into the night The great Dionysian facade Is held upon our backs The callous belief in blood elegant Perpetuating from fathers to sons Spiraling down Spiraling down Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream

A break in the sky, The horizon bled above - the dream was real, the storm gathered. The night rode on hellbound hooves, with vengeance in the saddle. A cracked whip, a grinding maw; A starved-eye stare and the weight of storms. No tomorrow! Only the trail - horseback, galloping to the pulse of the world. The thunder, the storms. A vengeance for the world's blood. A tower of flesh and bone - only blood for blood will sate the storm. At night they came, and brought with them thunder. A warcry for what was lost. At night they rode against oblivion, for a time that all forgot.

Rivers in the sky, a drifting cosmic quiet. Dry fields infertile, dying grass on bitter bone. A bastard, fostered patch of earth - the Night in calm resignation as smoke meets the sky. Dreaming in waves, bleeding hallucinations. My veins extend, my blood is in the stars. The plains have not forgotten - the bitter winds forever tell. It rises red at dawn, and falls cold with the night. Carried through clouds, the great expanse. Displaced, my eyes need not see. Sky is all, separating. Land is lost, only away.