The Iron Horse (Gallows Frontier, Act II) - Wayfarer

I tried to call the Earth's command Desperation in my voice I'm drifting way off course now With very little choice The loneliness is hard to bear I try and calm my fear Just hoping any second now Some contact filters through Desperate calls Signal back from satellite As my life flashes Right in front of me Try again Must get through Hear me now For I've very little time Not much time Hear my call Please get through I am here I haven't a chance of getting away Too close to the sun and surely will burn Like Icarus before me, or so legend goes I'm taking my life, reliving the past There's nothing but wait till my time comes I've had a good life, I'd do it again Maybe I'll come back some time, my friends For I have lived my life to the full I have no regrets But I wish I could talk to my family to tell them One last goodbye The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier If I could survive to live one more time I wouldn't be changing a thing at all Do more in my life than some do in ten I'd go back and do it all over again For I have lived my life to the full I have no regrets But I wish I could talk to my family and tell them That one last goodbye The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier There isn't much time, must say my last rites Nobody is here to read them to me Must say my goodbyes, if only a line A message to tell them in case they might find For I have filled my life to the full I have no regrets But I wish I could talk to my family to tell them That one last goodbye The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier The final frontier

Bleeding you dry from the start The sum of my parts to give it away New life in a day, some new Frankenstein Damned for all time Cursed by the angel who fell Who saves me from hell And who is my God and where is my soul Too tired to jump, too young to run Never ending, forever searching Chasing dreams, the dreams of our heart Always seeking, always asking Questions right from the start Out beyond the new frontier Playing God without mercy, without fear Create a beast, made a man without a soul Is it worth the risk, a war of God and man? I want to end my life now but I don't know how Recycled again, a lifetime of pain The spawn of a man The devil has planned Never ending, forever searching Chasing dreams, the dreams of our heart Always seeking, always asking Questions right from the start Out beyond the new frontier Playing God without mercy, without fear Create a beast, made a man without a soul Is it worth the risk, a war of God and man? Is it worth the risk, a war of God and man? Never ending, forever searching Chasing dreams, the dreams of our heart Always seeking, always asking Questions right from the start Out beyond the new frontier Playing God without mercy, without fear Create a beast, made a man without a soul Is it worth the risk, a war of God and man? Out beyond the new frontier Playing God without mercy, without fear Create a beast, made a man without a soul Is it worth the risk, a war of God and man? Is it worth the risk, a war of God and man?

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.

Dusk, a primal vibrant red; violent. Clouds, seeping color - the crows cry out war. The plains, they tremble - anxious, the night brings blood. The cold bitter night, awaiting flame and fury. Swift like the night, the riders descend. The braves circle around; torches to the night, arrows to the dawn. The smoke marks an early grave, it rises with the sun.

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.