1.Ghost
Almost quiet like falling leaves, no raven crows silence upon
the fields.
Cradle of grief the misery creeps, here's the ghost of thy
dreadful dreams.
Controls the weak - the misery creeps.
The kiss of death and one last breath.
On these fields of blood and one last breath.
Eyes watch the burning sky and let you cry.
Silence upon the fields in thy dreams.
2.Chains And Pounding Hooves
They ride through the night.
With greedy hands out of the badlands.
Hungry souls and screaming bones, riding the endless way into
darkness.
Hear the chains and pounding hooves, this is the night with his
frightening blues.
Cannot escape from night 'til morn, their eyes upon 'til dead
blows his horn.
They ride through the night.
Follow your scent 'til the end of light.
Before you, behind you, they're everywhere and surround you.
They ride through the night.
Appear as darkness within darkness.
Hunt you, caught you, now you're dead and ride to the hounds.
3.Agra
4.How The West Was Lost
It's me over hills I'm doomed to roam, in woven woods on flesh
and bone.
Crawling, seeking, reaching home I look back I'm not alone.
How the west was lost.
With the desert in my soul and the Wasteland in my heart,
I ramble around black as coal.
I'm strange and lost my nature, filled with concern and disgust.
No room in here, cast of the spell and disappear.
No room here, heaven and hell, virtues and vices, life and
death, good and evil, I disappear.
5.City Immersed In Dust
6.Seven Teeth
7.Deadman's Path
When the moon reflects the light of the sun, I wander. I walk
the line of a deadman's path.
So I shall, the precious born, divine of my higher self.
I walk the line of a deadman's path. I will run, escape the day.
I ride the moon, escape.
I will ride the cold, escape the day.
I will ride the moon, open my eyes and watch the dark, blue,
clear sky and sparkling stars, shine on me.
I wander those roads again, a deadman's path.
Lonely times in a timeless space, pass the place where a come
from, walk in circles and walk back home.
I walk the line of a deadman's path.
8.Tempel
Of deepest density and weakness.
You find a way, perfection, enlightenment.
The brawling river in you.
The golden lake is oh so close, almost arrived and shadows
resolve.
See the flames, they lead you.
Step over dashing stones through thorny underwood to the
brawling river in you.
No more whispering that narrows.
...darkness that binds.
...blindness that hurts.
...weakness that bleeds.
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