1. TEMPLE DOORS

I hear the voices, excited and free
As he leaves Jericho and passes me
I can smell the incense, as the temples close their doors
Is this the moment I've waited for?

But what do my eyes see?
Nothing but darkness
Is it true, is it you that I have searched so long for?
The son of David, is who you are

And so I'm told, to trust this man
I touch his hand, it's rough like sand
I touch His face, I smell his hair
I hear his voice, I say Beware!

I must have faith, in a man I've never seen
Man from Nazareth, have mercy on me!
He puts his hands across my eyes
Told I can see, no longer blind

But what do my eyes see?
Nothing but darkness
Is it true, is it you that I have searched so long for?
The son of David, is who you are


2. HEAVY RIDERS

It's a cruel world huddled 'round the fries
Sharpening our swords and our spears
Hopin' and prayin' and the holy men are sayin'
There's nothing to fear

I, for one still have my doubts
It all sounds like a lie
Onward we slip away
We raise our flag high

It's a cruel world, and I know it
All caught in the strangest dream
There's no hope left and we're starting to believe it
Tattered souls on bended knee
No longer alone in my doubts
Lives are on the line
One by one we slip away
As the sands of time
The sands of time
The sands of time

Darkness weighs heavy on our hearts
We forge a trail through ancient sands
Glaciers of leather our hollowed and sorrowed souls
Heavy Riders through distant lands

There is salvation there is no respite
Through pain and suffering we'll hold our heads high
Heavy riders, these road that we pave will surely last
Heavy riders, footsteps engraved in the past

Heavy riders, these road that we pave will surely last
Heavy riders, footsteps engraved in the past

Darkness weighs heavy on our hearts
We forge a trail through ancient sands
Glaciers of leather our hollowed and sorrowed souls
Heavy riders through distant lands


3. BYZANTIUM

Ceaseless searching, following empty skies
The land of cedar and sword, unfounded home lies
Endless wandering, the sand and stone it never ends
Our home the land of cedar and sword, awaits us to make amends
Byzantium
Byzantium
Byzantium

Ceaseless searching, following empty skies
The land of cedar and sword, unfounded home lies
Endless wandering, the sand and stone it never ends
Our home the land of cedar and sword, awaits us to make amends
Byzantium
Byzantium
Byzantium


4. WILL OF THE ANCIENT CALL

Left all alone with my thoughts, madness abounds me
These timeworn hills endless roll, no walls that surround me
No roof overhead, The sun and the says
A sermon from depths of the stone, the ancient of days

These dreams haunt me
As the ossuary overflows
Ceaseless whispers
Of a voice calling out from far below

The Will of the ancient call
The ties that bind
The Will of the ancient call
Runs through my bloodline

All these walls seem to speak, echoes ring from beneath
Awaiting death's final call, the sweet release

These dreams haunt me
A sacrifice the voice commands
Ceaseless whispers
The blood of my child on my hands

The Will of the ancient call
The ties that bind
The Will of the ancient call
Runs through my bloodline


5. INTO THE HOLY OF HOLIES

We stand before an altar to a silent god
Incense and burning flesh the scents that fill the air
There is no salvation for those who once believed
No fire from heaven, no answer to their prayer

No longer shackled to the myth of a silent god
Once forced to kneel but determined to stand
The chains are off and the truth shall be revealed
All this time we held the magic in our hands

Into the holy of holies
There is no wind to give us flight
Into the holy of holies
There is no fire fire to give us light

The curtain falls, there is no sign of silent god
Take to the wind and wing the angels hold their breath
There is no salvation for those who once believed
Take to the skies we proudly face our death

Into the holy of holies
There is no wind to give us flight
Into the Holy of holies
There is no fire fire to give us light

Into the holy of holies
There is no wind to give us flight
Into the holy of holies
There is no fire fire to give us light

My kingdom come
My kingdom come
My kingdom come
My kingdom come


6. THE MASTER'S BOUQUET

Death is an angel, sent down from above
Sent for the souls of the ones that we love
Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way
Each soul is a flower in the master's bouquet

They've always said,
You can't destroy the master's house with the master's hammer
I laugh and say,
I will use any tool I find to tear down his manor

The sheep gather flowers for the master's bouquet
They say that these flowers will never decay

They've always said,
Don't bite the hand that gives you food, the hand of the host.
I laugh and say,
I've never known a deed so good, performed by a ghost.

Gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the master's bouquet

But they die
They wither and die


7. OUT OF THE GARDEN

There once was a time when we thought we knew the answers
Before the rules were carved in stone
In those dark days, before we held the fire
We never never knew we were alone

We were never alone, there's no light

Awakened in time, the serpent held the answers
That fruit was rotten to the core
No more dark days as the angel holds the sword high
Still the fire never lights the lands below

There's no light in paradise
There's no light in paradise

We're out of the garden now
We've never been so far from home
We're out of the garden now
Forever now we roam, we're out

We're out of the garden now
No light
No light

Waiting to be called back
Not a whisper, nor a cry
Ever onward endless searching
No answer as to why

There is no repentance
Unholy consequence
We can never atone for our crimes
Fly away, the demons now know my name

There's no light in paradise
There's no light in paradise

We're out of the garden now
We've never been so far from home
We're out of the garden now
Forever now we roam

We're out, we're out of the garden now, we're out
Fly away, the demons now know my name
We're out of the garden now