1. TREAD LIGHTLY IN THE FIRST GARDEN

(Instrumental)


2. THE SIREN

As I find myself washed ashore
On lands I’ve never set eyes upon
I hear her beckoning call
A siren whose song is luring me closer to her

Past tragedies, slipping away
Embracing her, numbing the pain

Caressed by her melodies
The world meaningless as I stay in her arms
Smothered in the serpents grip
Life slips from me as I stay in her arms

I damn her to hell and back
Her grip is choking me now
So far away from my lands
I wish I could find a way to wake up

I have been paralyzed
Unable to move at my will
My journey is not supposed to end here
I’ve become addicted
To the curse invoked by her spell
The life I once had is but a spectre in the distance

Caressed by her melodies
The world meaningless as I stay in her arms
Smothered in the serpents grip
Life slips from me as I stay in her arms


3. THE GILDED TONGUE

We once stood as brothers bonded by a purpose
Yet you made your choice, seeing it as worthless
Moving in the shadows, eyes fixed on selfish gains
Nothing but a rat, treason running through your veins

You gave in to gilded seduction
Intoxicated by a lust for greed
You tighten the noose around your neck
Turning your back on all you claimed to stand for

You keep spinning your twisted fairytales
Silence the just as wickedness prevails
Bleed me dry as your knife strikes again
But trust me when I say that this won’t be the end

A day will come soon, you shall claim your harvest
No pleas for salvation will see you finding rest
Now you stand alone, a traitor’s bitter fate
Was it worth the gold to reach this tragic state

You gave in to gilded seduction
Intoxicated by a lust for greed
You tighten the noose around your neck
Turning your back on all you claimed to stand for

You keep spinning your twisted fairytales
Silence the just as wickedness prevails
Bleed me dry as your knife strikes again
But trust me when I say that this won’t be the end

Your gilded tongue won’t save you now


4. THE MOUNTAIN

Charging up the mountain
To seize his destiny
Leaving a trail of corpses
Beyond the parted sea

To speak to the reaper
Gazing through the fire
No regrets for what he’s done
Nor what lies ahead

Whoever dares to raise their voice
Shall know the sharpened blade
And if they dare not to believe
They shall go down on a funeral pyre

Is this what we‘ll stand for
A man who walks with death
Is this what we pray for
A return of the great divide

The ruler etched himself in stone
To lead those without purpose
Climbing alone
Serving no one but himself

Delusions of greatness
Grip his feeble mind so tight
To conquer man and land
His sole purpose on earth

Whoever dares to raise their voice
Shall know the sharpened blade
And if they dare not to believe
They shall see it on a mounted pyre

The mind bent to serve
A kingdom in the ashes
Indoctrinated from birth
To only see wicked men

This is his legacy
A tyrant turned saint
Manipulating history
To serve his will alone