1. EPITAPH FOR THE PROUD

We are devoid of all hope
From cradle to grave

I called out to Gods
And waited for the sign
The Gods are silent still
And the sign to be seen

The throne of Man
Bows to no lord
And pride swells within
And thus sickness is sown
Soon ripe and all abloom
For Lord and Lady, beggar and poor

[Chorus:]
We have gathered here together
To see the Victor of the Earth
On his sacred brow, with great pride
He bears the crown
We have gathered here, forever
To see the Scepter that He holds
Without effort, firm as stone
O, His Hand did dethrone god

Once a morning is to dawn
With a terrible, whispered sigh
Loud as a thousand storms
An epitaph for the Proud

[Chorus]


2. GARDEN OF STONE

A morning in the garden of stone
Abundant with shades of grey
Through hardship and misery she must pace

Endure, she has the world to face
By every thought worries awaken
In a shameful light the night Will bring dreams of disgrace

Passion's Bane
A shadow of doubt here lies
Will she find a way
A narrow path under barren sky

Eve of the garden of stone
Weary of the weights of the world

No child of a paradise
On a path seemingly endless
Through the garden of stone
She treads on still With a sullen will

Passion's Bane
A shadow of doubt here lies
Will she find a way
A narrow path under barren sky

The burden's got to be born
Yes, the freedom's yours, it's the blame or thorn
Ever uncertain of what is to come
The world is boundless to the lost one

Still a destination looms just outside of reach
The countless turns are bound to lead somewhere

The burden's got to be born
Yes, the freedom's yours, it's the blame or thorn
Ever uncertain of what is to come
The world is boundless to the lost one