1. TORCHBEARERS OF OUR TIME

Fatuity draped in scholarly attire
Masking imbecility
With plagiarized identity
Imposter of your own existence
Reputation reviled!

Life is but a tapestry
Each a weaver of his own device
Spinning with decision's thread
From the moment we have a choice

A single broken thread
Won't change the value of brilliant brocade
But when the very wool is rotten
There is no mending that can be made

Can’t you see? We are the torchbearers of our time

Authenticity, rarer now than gleaming gold
Cast into the forge of meaning
Tempered to remain unyielding
Justifying our resistance
To a culture of control

To err is human
Attaining wisdom from it is divine
So it is that the man unthinking
Will in action be far maligned

Not all who live will learn this
Still lacking capacity
Demonstrating that the free aren’t equal
And the equal cannot be free

Can’t you see? We are the torchbearers of our time


2. FAR SHOOTING APOLLO

Four horses of Helios beat their hooves of fire
Eagerly pawing the threshold of morn
Heralding dawn is the chariot rider
Proudly proclaiming the sun is reborn

His eyes do beam from golden helm
His distant gaze sees all

Far shooter, presiding the father of noble pursuits
Exalted in stature and sharpened of mind
In order, logic and reason shall govern the way of life
Through music the vision of spirit defined

The indomitable spirit that lies in every mortal man
Is useless if never subjected to pain
And will to action imparts no sense of pride
If not exercised with the use of restraint

The guilt of decadence
Revealed to man
Purification instilled with those who might


3. The Accolade of Truth

In piety preserved - our sanctity of creed
The accolade of truth - thy measure of esteem

Purity in the bleakest mire
Trodden souls shall be left to weep
Hollow-hearted are the men who stray the path
Of righteousness and exuberant deeds
Virtue lies in the heart of integrity
Not in the words of the garish weak

Treacherous, detritus, dross
Breed in the squalor they shape
Vile and contemptible whores
A gluttonous swarm of tolerant rape

Dignity cast aside in the conquest for pity
And to be recognized as the harbingers of immorality

In piety preserved - our sanctity of creed
The accolade of truth - thy measure of esteem

Purity in the bleakest mire
Trodden souls shall be left to weep
Hollow-hearted are the men who stray the path
Of righteousness and exuberant deeds


4. A SOVEREIGN SPIRE

My sighs did sing a woeful lachrimae
That swirling winds bore to heavyhearted grey
When the wind no longer listened
To the cruel ways of man
The sky would break in deluge of unsuspecting lands

Come, shadow of my end
And shape of rest
Allied to death

Unto thee I speak; the agony enforced on me is rejected
Shape of despair will melt to darkness, and there be entombed
When the sun first casts its beams o'er my horizon
He shall illuminate me
And my heart shall forever burn with him

Come possess my tired thoughts
And my worned soul
Charm these rebels in my breast
That do do my mind afright

His voice would ring clearly through the fall
When golden leaves hung few among the boughs
A spotless heart endearing
When all the world is fell
A sovereign spire erected where sacred love would dwell


5. THE KNIGHT'S FOLLY

(Instrumental)


6. SCOURGE OF THE SYCOPHANT

Such is he, callow to the vultures eyes,
Deceived when flattery’s imposed
And belauded, his reasoning shall yield to gratuity

Tis the peril of countless worthy men
Who hear their names blandished in hyperbole
Captivated by the promise of praise and eternal legacy

Oft they will try
Some they will sway
With fawning insincere
And intention to betray
A friend to all is indeed a friend to none

Vigilant is he who takes heed of ways of duplicity
Cying for the denial of deceit and those who’d prevail
Banish the sycophantic blight from leeching on humanity
Fortify candor and the will to be forthright in all we hail!

Obsequity, a spirit lacking confidence
Seeks refuge in solidarity
With every hapless heart swaddled in naivity

Observation and fateful time reveal
Once-vital drink of kinship running dry
Drawing empty yet again his well of opportunity

Oft they will try
Some they will sway
With fawning insincere
And intention to betray
A friend to all is indeed a friend to none

Vigilant is he who takes heed of ways of duplicity
Vying for the denial of deceit and those who’d prevail
Banish the sycophantic blight from leeching on humanity
Fortify candor and the will to be forthright in all we hail