1. DRAGON'S DEN

With the talons of an eagle
And a crocodile’s skin
A temperament that typifies
The greed that lies within
Just like these hunter- gatherers of old
With a passion for everything from diamonds to gold

With the fire that's within you
Burning out of control
The seeds of megalomania
Have been planted in your soul
Resurrected now in human form
Unfold your wings and fly into the eye of the storm

Today
Is just like yesteryear
Living with the fear
Of losing it all
Things
Are just like they were then
In the dragon’s den

With the head of a serpent
And a snake-like attitude
Some are now as they were then
Wicked, selfish dudes
Using fair means or foul to protect
Their precious collection, they don’t care about respect

Today
Is just like yesteryear
Living with the fear
Of losing it all
Things
Are just like they were then
In the dragon’s den

How much?! how much do you need?
How much?! how much can you use?
Where?! Where did it all come from?
Are you sure it’s yours?
What?! what is it all worth?
Will you ever know?
What?! what do you stand to gain?
What have you really got to show?

Today
Is just like yesteryear
Living with the fear
Of losing it all
Things
Are just like they were then
In the dragon’s den


2. EVILUTION

The seed was sown
And the demon had a daughter
And the daughter had a son
And thus was spawned!
Evilution!

The seed was sown
Amongst the Gods of Ireland
The gods of fear and hatered
And thus was spawned!
Evilution!

Hereditary insanity
The badness and the madness
No chastity, no charity
A link to true humanity?

The seed was blown
Upon a tortured wind
Poisoning the Kingdom
And thus was spawned!
Evilution!

The seed has grown
And the neighbours from hell
Begin to spread among us
The legends spawned!
Evilution!

Hereditary insanity
The badness and the madness
No chastity, no charity
A link to true humanity?


3. THE BEAST

From the world o’er they come
Armed with new technology
Hoping they will find her first
A relic of zoology
Hoping they will find
The beast!
The beast!

Everyone’s seen photographs
We all know you’re there
The murky depths retain the secrets
They refuse to share
The murky depths conceal
The beast!
The beast!

What can she be?
This demon of the deep
Does she exist?
Hidden by the fog and mist
That rolls down from the hills

Wanted! Alive or dead!
She rarely rears her ugly head
In Scotland’s deepest, darkest waters
Therein lies the beast

Everyone’s seen photographs
We all know you’re there
The murky depths retain the secrets
They refuse to share
The murky depths conceal
The beast!
The beast!


4. HUNG, DRAWN & QUARTERED

Bones and limbs- hang within
The darkness of the cave
Tell- tale stains- last remains
No hope of a grave

Unsuspecting passers- by
Had neither time to think or cry
Sawney’s Clan were lying in wait
To seal their fate

Hung, drawn and quartered
Revenge!
Hung, drawn and quartered
Avenged!
The innocents who lost their lives
Dismembered by hatchets and the knives
Of Sawney Bean

Cannibals- one and all
Related by the blood
Rancid smell- but safe and well
From famine and from flood

Until the day the king’s men came
Fuelled by anger and by shame
Sawney’s Clan were trapped within
Their den of sin

Hung, drawn and quartered
Revenge!
Hung, drawn and quartered
Avenged!
The innocents who lost their lives
Dismembered by hatchets and the knives
Of Sawney Bean

Bones and limbs- hang within
The darkness of the cave
Tell- tale stains- last remains
No hope of a grave


5. AT CALLANISH

I - I smell evil
I - I sense the devil
I - I smell the dead
I - I see a head
Without a body
Is that so godly?

We may never know your earthly purpose
We may never know the reason why
Older than the pyramids of egypt
Gathering some message from the sky
At callanish

I - I smell evil
I - I sense the devil
I - I smell the dead
I - I see a head
Without a body
Is that so godly?

Who was this deity you worshipped?
Who was your devil or your god?
Praying for, and then into the darkness
Gathering the power of your lord
At callanish

Did the phases of the moon affect your mood
And the way that you behaved
From the cradle to the grave
Are you too late to save?

At callanish...


6. SUPERNATURE'S QUEEN

She’s a creature with many pseudonyms
Call her what you want, her objective’s still the same
Her sole intention is to steal your final breath
She has got your number, she has got your name

Can you hear her cry? can you hear her scream?
Hear the deathly calling card of supernature’s queen
Some call her the keening woman, some call her the sidhe
But there’s no ambiguity in what her presence means

No pyrotechnics from the sky
No absolution, no goodbyes
Just a cry – before you die
Listening to the banshee’s moan
Will freeze the marrow of your bones
And turn – your heart to stone – forever

You’ve been overtaken by the clock of destiny
Leaving behind you broken hearts and broken lives
Past indiscretitions are irrelevant
Once the Queen has claimed you, you’ll know your time’s Arrived

Can you hear her howl? can you hear her wail?
No intervention can avoid your coffin’s final nail
Memories and sympathy are all that will remain
Your spirit and your soul now must rest in her domain

No pyrotechnics from the sky
No absolution, no goodbyes
Just a cry – before you die
Listening to the banshee’s moan
Will freeze the marrow of your bones
And turn – your heart to stone – forever


7. STORM LOVER

He sees the lightning strike, waiting for the thunder
He's in his element again
Colder than the Arctic, darker than the night
Under tar black clouds and sheets of rain
Banishing the pain

Naked as the day that he was born
Arms extended to the sky
He gives thanks to his Lord

Here is where the lay lines meet
Directly underneath his feet
This is where you feel the force of nature
Here is where magnetic fields
Join up and refuse to yield
This is where the past meets the future

At the midnight hour, he feels the power rising
Feels it surging through his veins
Offers up his sacrifice, drops down to his knees
Ignoring the throbbing in his brain
Pounding like a train

Naked as the day that he was born
Arms extended to the sky
He gives thanks to his Lord

Here is where the lay lines meet
Directly underneath his feet
This is where you feel the force of nature
Here is where magnetic fields
Join up and refuse to yield
This is where the past meets the future


8. WAIL OF THE SIDHE

A man by a lake
By the light of the moon
A cry in the night
Of impending doom
He felt his blood curdle
And his hair stand on end
When he heard the wail of the sidhe

The man by the lake
Knew his time was up
Knew he’d been sipping
From the devil’s cup
He knew the meaning
And it scared him to death
When he heard the wail of the sidhe

His bloodstained clothes
Will be washed in the water
Pity he will never see
His loving wife and daughter again
But when the sidhe calls
You’ve no time left at all

A cry to chill the heart
Knowing that the end is nigh
Time to say goodbye
To your life
A cry to chill the heart
Knowing that the end is nigh
Time to say goodbye
To your life


9. THE CARVING

Penetrate my skin so deeply
Watch my blood gush a brilliant white
A tattoo that will last forever
Seen for miles at the dead of night
Carve a mystic impregnation
Artistry not mutilation

I will not be made your scapegoat
If your dreams and wishes turn sour
There’s no gold and there’s no rainbow
Now is the time, now is the hour

Indicate that you understand
Your future here is what’s at stake
Put aside your prejudice
Tomorrow’s not a world away
Hope you’ve come to your decision
As I make the first incision

Search your conscience, don’t be afraid
The cycle of life must be obeyed
Hand on your heart or foot in the grave
Trust in the dust – you will be saved

I will not be made your scapegoat
If your dreams and wishes turn sour
There’s no gold and there’s no rainbow
Now is the time, now is the hour

Search your conscience, don’t be afraid
The cycle of life must be obeyed
Hand on your heart or foot in the grave
Trust in the dust – you will be saved


10. INVISIBLE LAND

A mirror image of the mortal world
Inhabitants without identity
Till they chose to leave the underworld
And cast off their serenity
Mischief-makers, shape changers
Who shed their masks at will
Goblins, demons, had their reasons
To leave this loveless world
They called Affan

When the Cauldron of Plenty was lost
The underworld could only count the cost
Of how they had been deceived
Of what they had once believed

Instead of time there is infinity
Instead of being there’s nonentity
Instead of substance there is emptiness
This is the invisible land

A never-ending source of everything
Inspiration and immorality
Who wouldn’t want to live in such a place?
Get your share of prosperity?
The Holy Grail of Arthur's tale
Could lead a man to kill
And once it was the only cause
To stay in this loveless world
They called Affan

When the Cauldron of Plenty was lost
The underworld could only count the cost
Of how they had been deceived
Of what they had once believed

Instead of time there is infinity
Instead of being there’s nonentity
Instead of substance there is emptiness
This is the invisible land