1. THE WATCHFUL EYE

It comes in the dead of night
another fucked up dream of
of the deceased
reaching for me
but i try to close my eyes
and pretend that i'm alright
I need to sleep
although, i know, better
I am deprived of what once was known as life
I've seen, your eyes, lifeless
a memory that will never leave my mind
I will never forget your face
so long, farewell, goodbye
to an angel on earth, with the stars now you will shine
but you will be remembered
as a blessed soul and an angel in disguise
I will never forget your face
rest in peace
this time i'll say goodbye...bye
to an angel in disguise ... bye
under her watchful eye ...i
I will strive for a better life
although you left us early
I would still love to see
your beautiful smile
now i just hope to see you
on the otherside...

2. WAR UNDER A LUMINOUS SKY

War
under a luminous sky
at the strike of midnight
the army of the dead will rise
and once again be alive
tonight
over one thousand years they’ve
been at rest in their grave
but it was said there’d be a day
the army of the dead would wake
tonight...
they ’ll walk once again
and fight,
to fix their pain
with pride,
honour their name
and bloodline...
to be alive
tonight
this will be the night
the fallen find serenity...
under a luminous sky
they’ll be free
to once again spill the blood
of ancient enemies...
end the fight of eternity
tonight...
they’ll walk once again
and fight,
to fix their pain
with pride,
honour their name
and bloodline...
to be alive
"the dead will wake and when they do
they’ll make this modern world their battleground"
under a luminous sky
at the strike of midnight
the army of the dead will rise
and once again be alive
once again be alive
under a luminous sky!

3. TRIAGE

Lay,
i lay on a bed that feels made of stone
stained,
i'm stained painted red and the blood is my own
it's my own
and i'm silently waiting for someone to save me
but it seems to me i won't see another day
i wade in a dark torrent of despair
chained,
i'm chained to false hope it's all i have left
and i'm silently waiting for someone to save me
but it seems to me i won't see another day
bright lights shine upon my withered face
blinding my sight and all memory seems erased
and i'm silently waiting for someone to save me
but it seems to me i won't see another day
the chances of living are slimming fast,
i've been left for dead in this thing called triage
this is triage
silently waiting for someone to save me
the terror's enough to twist my veins
am i forsaken? the question that plagues me
or will i be fortunate enough to leave?

4. THE PORTRAIT OF A LOST SOUL

I am the portrait of a lost soul
painted in pen on a chalk-board
the most intricate artwork
never to be discovered
always remain in darkness
blind to the colour that smudges
and nobody will notice
what lies beneath the surface
under the untouched, unscarred, flawless facade
i am the portrait of a lost soul
painted in pen on a chalk-board
the most intricate artwork
never to be discovered
always remain in darkness
blind to the colour that smudges
and nobody will notice
what lies beneath the surface
under the untouched, unscarred, flawless facade
it's time to drop the facade
only when we can accept the person we are within,
will we know the true meaning of what real beauty is
if i could make a change i'd cut me from this frame
bleed me till i'm drained
and wish that somebody else could see
this portrait wash away
darkness made me too blind to see
just what, what i was supposed to be
thus my soul cannot be saved
it's time to drop the facade
only when we can accept the person we are within,
will we know the true meaning of what real beauty is
i am the portrait of a lost soul
painted in pen on a chalk-board
the most intricate artwork
never to be discovered
always remain in darkness
blind to the colour that smudges
and nobody will notice
what lies beneath the surface