Sparrow
Oh, sing us a song my little sparrow
About the queen who lost her pharoah
A song of true love torn apart
of love, that could never start
Sing us a song of truth and sadness
And maybe save us, from this madness
Sing us a song that will set us free
Free from lies, and misery
Sing us a song and do your best
To let our souls, lay at rest
Sing away our fears of leaving
Do not give into our grieving
Help us escape from this hell
and hope that everything turns out well
Oh, sing us a song The Devil's Game
We are all victims of the Devil's Game like toy soldiers, or pawns in a game of chess we await the commands of our master The game is brutal and death is common Those who do survive are nothing more than mindless zombies that walk, talk and remember Many try to escape, but they always fail Once you play the Devil's Game, it never ends There may be times when you believe the game has ended but then the Devil's crinkly red hand wraps itself around you and throws you into the heat of the game once more Face It We're all victims of the Devil's Game A game in which we cannot win escape is futile so you might as well Give in The Burden With a heavy heart, he rose from bed
Vowing to finally let go, and get away
Weary weighed his features
Down like a rock
Grief, it clutches
Squeezing his heart
Making it hard to breath
Hard to think
He vowed to get away
Away from the eyes of fire and ice
When he wakes up, he knows he is blind
but when he sleeps, he can finally see
The grief he feels
is nothing like the pain inside
He is numb, so very numb
But his anger flickers bright
And amidst the chaos, he knows he is free
The vixen was gone
Vanished away
Her eyes had faded
Flickering away
And then he knew
That the struggle was over
His pain was gone
and then, he opened his eyes I Am
I am The serpent, in your eyes, The fire, beneath your skin, The coldness, in your heart The poison, in your blood I am The rocks, in the scales The justice, beneath the lies The pain, behind the truth The storm, within your lungs I am The shadow, in the flame The whisper, in the wind The craters, inside the Earth The trickle, beneath the stream I am The poison, in your blood The storm, within your lungs The trickle, beneath the stream The reason behind your scream I am Thanatos Irony
