1. PAUPER OF SOULS

From Black hills I descend,
A barbarous man.
A wolf amongst sheep
Amongst humanities... 'finest'

Floundering like rats
Blind in the daylight.
They Crawl and scrabble
O're the scraps of mistruth and Myth.

Far better:
-To be of faith
Black and barbarous.
Than of no faith at all.
-A wolf alone
On a hillside deserted.
Than one of a flock... faceless.

Miserable wretches
Swamped in a faceless grey
Huddle cold and doomed
To die, despite deaths guiding hand
(nursing them since birth)

From black hills I descend
A barbarous man
A wolf amid sheep
Amongst humanities 'finest'.
Far better to be of faith
Black and barbarous
Than one of a flock...faceless

Destined to die a pauper of life's riches
Destined to die a pauper of soul


2. I AM THE WENCH'S

Two souls collide in the depth of a night
Fraught with fate
They circle and weave patterns intricate
Swirls of darkness and light
Intertwine hypnotically
Shades of love and hate

Siren and Jester, Wench and her Bane
Two of a forgotten race
Dispatched by their own hands
To an undying land

Fraught with a hidden Sorrow
The Siren did quench Her Spirit
In an attempt to find peace
While the Jester played a dying tune
Full of pity and despair

Dreams drift through such trees that lie within
Winds fly harmlessly overhead
In silence does the Siren watch the wind
Now caress the Mind of One alone

Again and again it blows
Howling through the trees
Fear envelopes Sidhe
Who would now be Wench
Her Bane has arrived
The familiar dashed as souls collide


3. CAOINEADH NA NGAEL

(instrumental)