1. I'M WORKING ON THAT

I’m digging a grave for a child with no head
All is prepared but no last rites are read
As his worn-out carcass wilts in my hand
Innocence dies with the birth of a man

I found his body out in the Field
Where the winds blow fierce and the ground is unstable
His head was lost in a battle of faith
Where he fought for his life and gave all he was able

I’m digging a grave for a child with no head
All is done but no last rites are read
As his carcass wilts in my hand
Innocence dies with the birth of a man
There in his coffin he waits to be found
All dressed up for that trip under ground
Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match
But what shall I do with that little black hat?
I’m working on that!

Memories show scars on his little body
He bled for the world now he’s bleeding for me
Something’s familiar ‘bout the way he lived
At closer inspection, I see; I was he

I’m digging a grave for that child with no head
All is done but no last rites are read
As his carcass wilts in my hand
Innocence dies with the birth of a man
There in his coffin he waits to be found
All dressed up for that trip under ground
Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match
But what shall I do with that little black hat?
I’m working on that!

I’m digging a grave for that child with no head
All is done but no last rites are read
And I will stay with him through the end
As his carcass wilts in my hand
Innocence dies with the birth of a man
For no other soul can carry your sins
There in his coffin he waits to be found
All dressed up for that trip underground
But where he will go, he must go alone
Black suit, white gloves and a small tie to match
But what shall I do with that little black hat?
I’m working on that!


2. LETTERS OF FIRE AND SWORD

The letters are signed
Your blood is now mine
Rebels of Killiecrankie
Now swear the oath
It’s England’s last hope
To stand ‘gainst the French from the Sea

I’m the Master of Stair
I ride for the crown
With fire and sword
I will bring you down

Our forces entwined
Our cause is divine
Our kingdom and God’s victory
Death to the loath
By sword, flame or rope
Fight or you’ll never be free

Letters of Fire and Sword
Letters of Fire and Sword
Letters of Fire and Sword
Letters of Fire and Sword

Alexander Macdonald, son of Glencoe
Pride stood in your way, you’re six days too late
Troublesome highlander, we remember you
This time you won’t get away, example to be made...


3. OUT OF ORDER

We are the wrong that ended right
We are the dark that killed the light
We are the low that stands above
We are the hate that stole your love

We’ve never been in,
you know we’re out of order

We are the curse that you once blessed
We are the worst that beat the best
We are the lie that told the truth
We are the age that stole your youth

We’re Out... Out of Order
We’re Out... Out of Order

We are the road that leads nowhere
We are the gift that you won’t share
We are the start that never ends
We are the care that stole your friends

We are the mad that drove you sane
We are the cut that gives no pain
We are the birth that caused demise
We are the sight that stole your eyes

We are the stone that wouldn’t sink
We are the thought that you can’t think
We are the work that yields no pay
We are the night that stole your day

We are the dream that you find real
We are the touch that you can’t feel
We are the band that noone signed
We are the song that stole your mind.


4. THE SEA BENEATH THE SAND

Beyond the veil of mundane human blindness
In this world yet untouched by man’s hand
Where myth and reality are intertwined
There lies the Sea beneath the Sand

Out in the desert, where the winds of sorrow blow
Forgotten spirits cry their ghastly songs of woe
Heartbeats of the demon, echo in the air
Filling human souls with horror and despair

Beneath the surface of this godless desert plain
Lie the lake of tears, a sea of grief and pain
Feel its emptiness and death filled restlessness
Devouring your will and leave you motionless

Demented schemes and blood-filled streams
Flow together here
The godless dreams and endless screams
Fall on heedless ear

Out in the desert, where the winds of sorrow blow
Forgotten spirits cry their ghastly songs of woe
Heartbeats of the demon, echo in the air
Filling human souls with horror and despair

Beyond the mundane veil, ‘tween myth and reality
There lies the sea, the Sea beneath the Sand…