He Who Sits Beside

He is not human... That was a choice made by himself alone.
He has no heart... That was a choice he forged with deep wounds.
He cannot feel... That was a choice he took for his own.
He cannot die... That was a curse he won with his youth.
He broke all trust... That was a bond he did not ask.
He crushed your damned soul... Without feeling remorse.

He knew all along... He knew all along...
That the shadow was emerging from his own...

Silence... it is until now you realise...

Humanity... is for the humans...
Judgment... is for the gods...
And Freewill... is for the taking...

Songs for the Living

The drums had begun the rhythm that cannot be undone.
Hear the echo, hear the song, hear the image then shown.

Alas the four play at last!

Follow the spirit into the netherworld,
Into the shadow from where darkness dwells...

They play for the morning's dawn,
They play until the sun is born...

Alas the four play at last!

Flowing...
Running...
Showing...

The crescent beating subsides,
For minutes to pass hours, for hours to pass minutes...
Darkness dwells amongst the chords of hellish delight...

Alas the four play at last!

Hear me a word of reason...
Just one word...
One word...

One word! To recall while I sleep...
To remember when I meet...

Alas the four play at last!