Blessed

Oh how fortunate we are,
Strange creatures in this strangest time!
The Noble Primitives by choice
Seen from the outside with no regard
Disappointment in those watchful eyes
Shaking heads of the dim-lived lives
Such is their fear of breaking free
Keep our Truth under lock and key

All this will Change
All this will wash away the sins of the Corrupt Age
Don't be afraid
We are the Underground
Their world is what they've made

They've shattered us for generations
Bullied conformity - the spider over the flame
Enough to tear our hearts to splinters
Force the choice but don't dare ask why
Close your eyes and let the laws dictate
By God or by Man: mass-manipulate
But to us, the Barbarians of Idealism,
Life holds its throat at bay

All this will Change
All this will wash away the sins of this Dying Age
Don't be afraid
We are the Underground
Their Hell is what they've made

We are the Underground
We are the Underground

And now we'll watch their fortress crumble
The flaming pyres have fettered out,
Relics of gavel and cross - no more!
We've born our smiles but silently waged war
We are the Savages, the true civilized
Let those called "sane" now lose their minds
For we know who we are and can change at will
Our minds and our hearts will dream what we dare

All this will Change
All this will wash away and we will build again
Don't be afraid
We are the Underground
Our world is what we make

Silence
Across the valley
And a chill that stings the air
A message on the wind
We take our rest and pray

At sunrise
We charge as one
Bursting from the page of lore
And strike like shadows
From the depths of the night...

...to free the legion souls

Inferno
The walled city ablaze
Advance and take more ground
Engage and neutralize
As a black cloud fills the sky

Ashes
We move like whispers
As the cage is opened wide
The slow procession of the frail and the weak...

...free to claim their stolen lives

In the fires on the distant horizon
I close my eyes
And see

In the cries of the frightened and wounded
Removed from all distraction
I hear

In the moment of the changing of seasons
The earth breathes soft and warm
I feel

In the service of the meek and the voiceless
Bound by honor, blood and bone
I am

...And the center cannot hold...

What have you done?
What have you become?
Trapped by all you once held in contempt.
Defined by order
It's not who you are

Extinguish
To see things clear you have to close your eyes
With Reverance
The lanterns dim and your ghosts feel free to speak
The Moments
When you reach within and the answers come to you
Made Glorious
The Truth is there beneath it all

What have you become?
Could you please them all?
Living someone else's life
Distraction keeps the blinding light
Deflecting off the horror
You've lost your soul or slowly let it die
It's not who you are

Extinguish
To see things clear you have to close your eyes
With Reverance
The lanterns dim and your ghosts feel free to speak
The Moments
When you reach within and the answers come to you
Made Glorious
The Truth is there beneath it all

Alone in a corner with your head on your knees,
This is not who they came to see.
The child in the mind's eye - all trust and full of laughter
Dreams hot as embers can unlock forever.

Remember!
Remember...
Another morning's light
And you're holding back the tears
Fight the numb surrender
Remember who you are

Extinguish
To see things clear you have to close your eyes
With Reverance
The lanterns dim and your ghosts feel free to speak
The Moments
When you reach within and the answers come to you
Made Glorious
The Truth is there beneath it all

Glorious
Remember who you are
Glorious
Glorious
Glorious

What can be offered to the Lost?
A tiny piece of Divinity?
But what - just to watch Them bring it to its knees?
To lose it without ever knowing what power it may possess?

Yes, kill it quickly -
Let it fall to the moment of Crisis
When what one has not chosen but accepts as their existance
Begins to show its scars
And the plans and the dreams of the Ideal Life
Have crumbled away.

Fall deeply into the Mundane -
Don't let the screaming that riots within have a voice -
Instead drown it in satisfying ridiculous lust -
Sudden desires that well up which tell one
That they must give in
Or life will end without meaning.

But these desires are second-hand - tired - designed...
A culture of repression with no imagination
Looks to Destruction
To feel alive.

The world will end...
They Say.
so why not watch it burn?

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Come all you mortals and gather round
To hear the tale of the Spiral Down
The ancient heart within us all
Forced to splinter into nothing at all
Come the Tall Tale Industry

There was Spirit and the Machine
The mechanical philistine
That demanded for order and perfection
Power over the great unseen
Come the Tall Tale Industry

The Spirit was made obsolete
When the machine hatched a heartless scheme
That understood she could be enslaved
To do just what she does so naturally
Under its authority

They turned her into a factory
Tradition ruled that she Ought To Be
The farce of law that she give her sons
One by one Unwillingly
Until she's done
To the Tall Tale Industry

Come children,
To hear the warped generation
Should they realize they were forced to
Pass on such a twisted belief
Just because it's always been

You'll give your dreams up one by one
To the machine until you're gone
The horrors of etiquette, how to speak and think
Who to marry and what to eat
To the Tall Tale Industry
Tradition, Laws and Lies
The prison of Civility
Tall Tale Industry

I've been carrying this
Like my heart's in a fist
And its grip is tightening
The lantern whispers then flickers out
I wait in the wind
And the storm is rising

Heart that pounds the dreamer’s night,
The monsters of love’s afterlife
The brazen hills of desperate heights of
How not where to bring your glance
Sideways soft in silent hands

You Belong to Me
Though you let me go
You'll Always Belong to Me

Now you're older, you're still unchanged
And I through the years just a ruined memory
The patient slighted character
Such a tiny voice now my thunder's menacing

My dreams wrap tightly around your neck,
The boney snaps of breaking wings,
Lotus flowers, careful step, creeping, ivy’s patient web,
Creeps the ivy higher still

You Belong to Me
Though you let me go
You'll Always Belong to Me

Enough to choke, too much to stifle
I will ring the temple bell
The Yurei at the river bank
No longer silent as the grave

Walking past my house is futile
I pull you down my winding wilderness -
Running then falling then drowning -
Until you've been properly frightened.
Like paying respects or a debt you always owe.
A tithe perhaps.

You'll Belong to Me
You'll Belong to Me
Let the waters rise, let the fires burn
You Belong to Me
Let the gale winds blow, let the mountains fall
You Belong to Me
Running then falling then drowning -
You Belong to Me