Dance Of Death

I’m gonna organize some changes in my life.
I’m gonna exorcise the demons of my past.
I’m gonna take the car and hit the open road.
I’m feeling ready to just open up and go.

And I just feel I can be anything.
That I might ever wish to be.
And fantasize just what I want to be.
Make my wildest dreams come true.

I’m on my way. Out on my own again.
I’m on my way. Out on the road again.

When I remember back to how that things just used to be.
And I was stuck inside a shroud of misery.
I felt I disappeared so deep inside myself.
I couldn’t find a way to break away the hell.

When I’m feeling down and low.
I vow I’ll never be the same again.
I just remember what I am.
And visualize just what I’m gonna be.

I’m on my way. Out on my own again.
I’m on my way. Out on the road again.
.
I’m on my way.
I’m gonna breakaway.

I’m on my way. Out on my own again.
I’m on my way. Out on the road again.

I’m on my way. Out on my own again.
I’m on my way.
I’m gonna breakaway.

When I was wandering in the desert.
And was searching for the truth.
I heard a choir of angels calling out my name.
I had the feeling that my life would never be the same
again.
I turn my face towards the barren sun.

And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me.
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks in our lives like the cracks upon the ground.
They are sealed and are now washed away.

You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears…..

And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me.
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives.
They are sealed and now far away.

You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears…..

You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears…..

And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me.
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives.
They are sealed and now far away.

There’s darkening sky before me.
There’s no time to prepare.
Salvage a last horizon.
But no regrets from me.

Maybe I’ll be back some other day.
To live again just who can say.
In what shape or from that I might be.
Just another chance for me.

A hurried time no disgrace.
Instead of racing to conclusion.
And wishing all my life away.
No-one can stop me now.

Time is up it couldn’t last.
But there’s more things I’d like to do.
I’m coming back to try again.
Someday maybe I’ll wait till then.

No more lies. No more lies.
No more lies. No more lies.

No more lies. No more lies.
No more lies. No more lies.

They’re all sitting at my table.
Talking tall and drinking wine.
Their time is up just like me.
But they just don’t know it yet.

So just a word of warning.
When you’re in your deepest dreams.
There’s nothing you can hide from.
I’ve got my eye on you.

The clock is fast the hour is near.
Eventful past is everclear.
My life is set the time is here.
I think I’m coming home.

No more lies. No more lies.
No more lies. No more lies.

No more lies. No more lies.
No more lies. No more lies.

A hurried time no disgrace.
Instead of racing to conclusion.
And wishing all your life away.
No-one can stop me now.

Time is up it couldn’t last.
But there’s more things I have to do.
I’m coming back to try again.
Don’t tell me that this is the end.

No more lies. No more lies.
No more lies. No more lies.

No more lies. No more lies.
No more lies. No more lies.

No more lies…..

I stand alone in this desolate space.
In death they are truly alive.
Massacred innocence, evil took place.
The angels were burning inside.

Centuries later I wonder why.
What secret they took to their grave.
Still burning heretics under our skis.
Religion’s still burning inside.

At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.

As we kill them also god will know his own.
The innocents died for the pope on his throne.
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal.
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross.

Templar believers with blood on their hands.
Joined in the chorus to kill on demand.
Burned at the stake for their soul’s liberty.
To stand with the cathars to die and be free.

The book of old testament crippled and black.
Satan his weapon is lust.
Living this evil damnation of flesh.
Back to the torture of life.

The perfect would willingly die at the stake.
And all of their followers slain.
As for the knowledge of god they had claimed.
Religion’s still burning inside.

At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.

As we kill them also god will know his own.
The innocents died for the pope on his throne.
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal.
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross.

Templar believers with blood on their hands.
Joined in the chorus to kill on demand.
Burned at the stake for their soul’s liberty.
To stand with the cathars to die and be free.

As we kill them also god will know his own.
Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust.
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin.
No Passover feast for the cursed within.

Facing the sun as they went to their grave.
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave.
Death is the price for your soul’s liberty.
To stand with the cathars to die and be free.

At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.
At the gates and the walls of montsegur.
Blood on the stones of the citadel.

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones.
About a thing that I saw.
One night wandering in the everglades.
I’d one drink but no more.

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight.
Gazing up at the stars.
Not aware of presence so near to me.
Watching my every move.

Feeling scared and I fell to my knees.
As something rushed me from the trees.
Took me to an unholy place.
And that is where I fell from grace.

Then they summoned me over to join in with them.
To the dance of the dead.
In to the circle of fire I followed them.
In to the middle I was led.

As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear.
But still I wanted to go.
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me.
As I walked on to the coals.

Then I felt I was in a trance.
And my spirit was lifted from me.
And if only someone had a chance.
To witness what happened to me.

And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them.
All had death in their eyes.
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them.
They had ascended from hell.

As I danced with the dead my free spirit.
Was laughing and howling down at me.
Bellow my undead body just danced.
The circle of death.

Until the time came to reunite us both.
My spirit came back down to me.
I didn’t know if I was alive or dead.
As the others all joined in with me.

By luck then a skirmish started.
And took the attention away from me.
When they took their gaze from me.
Was the moment that I fled.

I ran like hell faster than the wind.
But behind I did not glance.
One thing that I did not dare.
Was to look just straight ahead.

When you know that your time has come around.
You know you’ll be prepared for it.
Say your last goodbyes to everyone.
Drink and say a prayer for it.

When you’re lying in your sleep,
when you’re lying in your bed.
And you wake from your dreams
to go dancing with the dead.
When you’re lying in your sleep,
when you’re lying in your bed.
And you wake from your dreams
to go dancing with the dead.

To this day I guess I’ll never know.
Just why they let me go.
But I’ll never go dancing no more.
‘Till I dance with the dead.

Weaving a thread your heart and your soul.
Deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal.
Ships in the night when they pass out of sight.
Deliver their cargo of earthly delights.
To the women and children the souls of the dead.
I’ve opened their book and no mercy is shed.

You want forgiveness and you want it cheap.
I don’t give redemption rewards for the meek.
Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame.
There isn’t a god to save you if you don’t save yourself.
You can’t blame a madman if you go insane.
Give me the strength so I carry on.

Trapped in the web but I cut the threads.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.
Trapped in the web no mercy is shed.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.
Trapped in the web slaves to the dead.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.
Trapped in the web but I cut the threads.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.

Suffering evil when you pay the price of fame.
There isn’t a god to save you if you don’t save yourself.
You can’t blame a madman if you go insane.
Give me the strength so I carry on.

Trapped in the web but I cut the threads.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.
Trapped in the web slaves to the dead. S
how you the gates of tomorrow.
Trapped in the web no mercy is shed.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.
Trapped in the web but I cut the threads.
Show you the gates of tomorrow.

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.

Neverending forever searching.
Chasing dreams, the dreams of my 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 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.

Neverending forever searching.
Chasing dreams, the dreams of my 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 soul.
Is it worth the risk a war of god and man?
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.

Neverending forever searching.
Chasing dreams, the dreams of my 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 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 soul.
Is it worth the risk a war of god and man?
Is it worth the risk a war of god and man?

In a foreign field he lay.
Lonely soldier unknown grave.
On his dying words he prays.
Tell the world of Paschendale.

Relive all that he’s been trough.
Last communion of his soul.
Rust your bullets with his tears.
Let me tell you ’bout his years.

Laying low in a blood field trench.
Killing time ‘til my very own death.
On my face I can feel the falling rain.
Never see my friends again.

In the smoke in the mud lead.
Smell the fear and the feeling dead.
Soon be time to go over the wall.
Rapid fire and the end of as all.

Whistles, shouts and more gun fire.
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire.
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb.
Be reunited with my dead friends soon.

Many soldiers eighteen years.
Drown in mud no more tears.
Surely a war no-one can win.
Killing time about to begin.

Home, far away.
From the war, a chance to live again.
Home, far away.
But the war, no chance to live again.

The bodies of ours and our foes.
The sea of death it overflows.
In no man’s land god only knows.
Into jaws of death we go.

Crucified as if on a cross.
Allied troops they mourn their loss.
German war propaganda machine.
Such before has never been seen.

Swear I heard the angels cry.
Pray to god no more may die.
So that people know the truth.
Tell the tale of Paschendale.

Cruelty has a human heart.
Everyman does play his part.
Terror of the man we kill.
The human heart is hungry still.

I stand my ground for the very last time.
Gun is ready as I stand in line.
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow.
Rush of blood and over we go.

Blood is falling like the rain.
Its crimson cloak unveils again.
The sound of guns can’t hide their shame.
And so we die on Paschendale.

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire.
Running straight at cannon fire.
Running blind as I hold my breath.
Say a prayer symphony of death.

As we charge the enemy lines.
A burst of fire and we go down.
I choke a cry but no-one hears.
Feel the blood go down my throat.

Home, far away.
From the war, a chance to live again.
Home, far away.
But the war, no chance to live again.
Home, far away.
From the war, a chance to live again.
Home, far away.
But the war, no chance to live again.

See my spirit on the wind.
Across the lines beyond the hill.
Friend and foe will meet again.
Those who died at Paschendale.

Everybody’s waiting for something to happen.
Everybody’s waiting for something to see.
Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters.
Everyone’s watching for news on Tv.

Winding lives at the end of the spiral.
Waiting dictators with their next big thrill.
Everyone’s looking but no one is listening.
Everybody wants to be in at the kill.

I wait for the signs, they tell me true.
I see the signs of the end time.

Everyone’s searching but nothing’s revealing.
Everyone’s looking for the reason why.
Everyone’s hoping for life everafter.
Everyone’s looking at death from the sky.

Everyone’s nightmares are going to happen.
Everybody’s ripping the mask from their eyes.
Everyone’s praying but no one’s believing.
Everyone’s heroes tell everyone’s lies.

I wait for the signs, they tell me true.
I see the signs of the end.

So I watch and I wait.
And I pray for an answer.
An end to the strife and the world’s misery.
But the end never came.
And we’re digging the graves.
And we’re loading the guns for the kill.

Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy.

Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy.

So I watch and I wait.
And I pray for an answer.
An end to the strife and the world’s misery.
But the end never came.
And we’re digging the graves.
And we’re loading the guns for the kill.

Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy.

Can the end be at hand?
Is the face in the sand?
Future memory of our tragedy.

I can’t be compromising in my thoughts no more.
I can’t prevent the times my anger fills my heart.
I can’t be sympathizing with anew lost cause.
I feel I’ve lost my patience with the world and all.

And all the politicians and their hollow promises.
And all the lies, deceit and shame that goes with it.
The working man pays everything for their mistakes.
And with his life too if there was to be a war.

So we only get one chance can we take it.
And we only got one life can’t exchange it.
Can we hold on to what we have don’t replace it.
The age of innocence is fading….. like an old dream.

A life of petty crime gets punished with a holiday.
The victims’ minds are scarred for life most everyday.
Assailants know just how much further they can go.
They know the laws are soft conviction changes low.

So we only get one chance can we take it.
And we only got one life can’t exchange it.
Can we hold on to what we have don’t replace it.
The age of innocence is fading….. like an vold dream.

You can’t protect yourselves even in your own home.
For fear of vigilante cries the victims wipe their eyes.
So now the criminals they laugh right in our face.
Judicial system lets them do it, a disgrace.

Despondent public worries where it all will end.
We can’t protect ourselves our kids from crime the trend.
We cannot even warn each other of evil in our midst.
They have more rights than us, you cannot call that just.

So we only get one chance can we take it.
And we only got one life can’t exchange it.
Can we hold on to what we have don’t replace it.
The age of innocence is fading….. like an old dream.

The age of innocence is fading like an old dream…

From the red sky of the east.
To the sunset in the west.
We have cheated death.
And he has cheated us.

But that was just a dream.
And this is what it means.
We are sleeping and we’ll.
Dream for evermore.

And the fragment remains.
Of our memories.
And the shadows we made.
With our hands.
Deeper grey, came to mourn.
All the colours of the down.
Will this journeyman’s day.
Be his last.

I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.
I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.

I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.
I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.

But the memory still remains.
All the past years not so strange.
Our winter times are.
Like a silent shroud.

And the heartbeat of the day.
Drives the mist away.
And winter’s not the only dream around.

In your life you may choose desolation.
And the shadows you build with your hands.
If you turn to the light.
That is burning in the night.
Then your journeyman’s day has begun.

I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.
I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.

I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.
I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.

In your life you may choose desolation.
And the shadows you build with your hands.
If you turn to the light.
That is burning in the night.
Then your journeyman’s day has begun.

I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.
I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.

I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.
I know what I want.
And I say what I want.
And no one can take it away.