1. CLAWING THE MARK

Aspirations fail from the wear of planetary cycles.
Realising dreams, unreachable as the moon from man.
Even leaving a scratch, a pitiful stain in a memory,
Is better than creative indolence.
Creation is a mark, an emblem, for the individual.
Separates the brave from the drones, the drones of society.

Life stops on, least resistance ride.
Without creation; death inside.

The struggle for wealth can be a means to an end.
Or get lost inside, never clawing a mark.

Create!

Life stops on, least resistance ride.
Without creation; death inside.

You're lost, lost to history.
You're lost.

Drowning in the sea because it's easier than to swim to shore,
and be remembered.
I dub this folly, pray create, and not just mouths to feed,
your time they'll bleed.

Life stops on, least resistance ride.
Without creation; death inside.


2. THE ARCHPYROMANCER

Dressed in a dark robe, a tall man with obsidian skin.
His eyes the colour of flame, a wanderer with a legendary name.
A town was under siege, beset by terrible creatures of fire,
they begged for the mancer's aid, offering a king's ransom reward.
With a nod the great man strode to the demons fell abode,
Stood at the portal, held wide his hands.
He gave a wordless scream calling the beasts to battle.

He cried:
Try me I'll never burn, you'll try but I'll never burn.
You may try, immune I'll never burn you'll try but I'll never burn!

The demons laughed at his claims, engulfed him in flame.
But fire could not touch this man.
Binding chains cast from his robes,
The demons were all enslaved.

At his return to the town he had saved from this plague,
He received a stab in the back and died with a look of rage.
But as he hit the ground, he uttered a summoning sound,
Calling forth a great creature of flame.
The demon screamed revenge, on this traitorous town of men.

The Demon cried:
My master will never burn, you'll try but he'll never burn.
You may try, immune he'll never burn, you'll try but he'll never burn!


3. THE PATH TO HEAVEN

They follow the strict command of cold, self-serving, bitter men.
Misrepresented as the holy word.
Betray the vision of renaissance man,
Twisting teachings to such evil ends.

'On the path to heaven' describes the
Philosophy of their wretched lives.
If true; paradise is another hell.

Such madness lies in the war against the infidel,
A suicide to aid the greater bad.
So many perish, and nothing is gained but misery,
Salvation assured because they're on the path.

'On the path to heaven' describes the philosophy of their wretched lives.
If true; paradise is another hell.
From the path to heaven crawl all of paradise's fell clientèle.
Is it not time we razed this abyss (to the ground)?

Holy Man:
This cursed man seeks to criticise the faith,
Our truth is the universes only law.
Enlightened Follower:
Vendetta! I shall spill his blasphemous blood.
Infidels die so I may live forever!

If they had [true] faith, then the critics would be disproved,
As mere uttering of foolish ones.
Extreme reaction simply proves their own insecurity,
A desperate act for a dying breed.
They'll kill, they'll destroy and try to end all that we've gained,
'Cause there's no humans 'on the path
To heaven' describes the philosophy of their wretched lives.
If true; paradise is another hell.
From the path to heaven crawl all of paradise's fell clientèle.
Is it not time we razed this abyss (to the ground)?


4. FEAR AND FURY

A battle 'twixt fear and fury,
Upon a chance to prove worth.
Fear sees a terrible failure.
Fear saves from further loss.

The fear of a gambits fail,
Rising in the mind.
Dominating chance.
This fear will be a blessing or a curse.

A better way,
To seize fate and ignore calls to cease.
Calls born of fear.
Fury fights their cold embrace.

The fury at a craven heart.
Rising shade of pride,
Spurring chance embrace.
This rage will be a blessing or a curse

Battle rages, fear or fury?
Which force rules in life?

The fear of it all,
Fear rules it all.


5. ASCEND

Demons of inner self holding you back.
Terror of the unknown keeps you down.
Arise.
Inaction stain your soul, your will yearns to explode.
Fear helps you not.

Demons consuming us all, this self-doubt will see us fall.
Seize life by the neck.
Take hold. Take hold!
Take control of it all.

Don't be enslaved by your fear,
To hell with those who'd stop your will.
Ascend!

Conquer fate, the finest mastery is of the self.
Give in not to failure or dismay,
There in lies the key to victory.
Take control of it all.

Don't be enslaved by your fear,
To hell with those who'd stop your will.
Ascend!


6. THE HEATHEN THRONE

All around me is despair, at this travesty of existence.
It seems we're the only ones to see this fate.
It's obvious to our eyes.

The truth is 'its not fair'.
We're the few who've learned not to care.
This is not a revelation, well known, well forgotten.

There is no afterlife.
No bliss after lives of pain.

We are successors to the throne,
And we will not fade away.
We are the heralds of a new dawn,
The light only we can see.

We the workers doing petty tasks, for what we're told we need.
It's a scam with our blood, with our toil we buy useless trinkets of novelty desire.

The truth is 'its not fair'.
We're the few who've learned not to care.
This is not a revelation, well known, well forgotten.

There is no afterlife.
Nothing to make it all worthwhile.

We are successors to the throne,
And we will not fade away.
We are an army of brothers,
Who will not become the damned.

Join us.

Delusional people denying life's futility,
You're queuing to die!

Rising from it is a heathen throne.
The mottoes oft said the throne will realise.

There is no afterlife.
No paradise to justify.

We are successors to the throne,
And we will not fade away.
We are an army of brothers,
Who will not become the damned.