1. THE PHOENIX RISEN

On a cold october night, when the fog can hide the light.
On the edge, soul emerge and I can rise.
I crave to see the day.
Died a couple of days before,
Strangled or beaten to the core,
Nothing remains, I can't recall this night.
I crave to find the way.

Standing like a phoenix risen,
To come back with a thirst of vengeance.
I'm a loaded gun, you cannot hide.
Standing like a phoenix risen,
To come back with a thirst of vengeance.
I'm a loaded gun, you cannot hide.

Dressed in an uniform so black, roaming alone in the dark,
Walking the tightrope at midnight.
There's no way to escape.
The first sting will hit you down,
I'll watch you fall until the dawn.
You will call for help but damned too late.
There's no bound for my hate.

Standing like a phoenix risen,
To come back with a thirst of vengeance.
I'm a loaded gun, you cannot hide.
Standing like a phoenix risen,
To come back with a thirst of vengeance.
I'm a loaded gun, you cannot hide.
Phoenix, find a way...

Dressed in an uniform so black, roaming alone in the dark,
Walking the tightrope at midnight.
There's no way to escape.
The first sting will hit you down,
I'll watch you fall until the dawn.
You will call for help but damned too late.
There's no bound for my hate.


2. A BLOOD RUN CULT

I believe you can call my name.
Even though, my eyes are painted insane.
Our coven's frozen in august 69.
Call me Charlie babe, I think it will be fine.

Leave all faith away
Swallow your own sin wine.
Draw your blood's the only cult.

Show me something wet,
Add some filth and lust,
The blood run leads my way.

Do you see this smile on my face?
My warm love is like an oven of faith.
Desire's my name, but I know that you've heard,
Some fiends of mine referred to bluebeard.

Leave all faith away
Swallow your own sin wine.
Draw your blood's the only cult.

Show me something wet,
Add some filth and lust,
The blood run leads my way.

Come lay over, to stalk my homeland.
I, minister, of sinister, come take my hand.
Come lay over, oh bend down your head,
On your knees, banshee, your blood I demand.

There is where so low I sigh, fall down, on souls demise.
Where you lost the virtues of time, upon the filth, upon the lies.


3. A FAREWELL DRINK

Along the shores, where there is no light
Except the pallid moonlight bright.
Let's drink more wine, upgrade our sight,
Can you feel it, feel it from inside?

(I'll) show you more (far) away these lies.
Into an endless glass.
Swallow more, forget the past.
Swallow more, raise your glass.
One more effort, wipe away the cries.
A gulp ain't bitter and wash away so fast.
Climb this cliff, forget the past.
Raise your hands, and lift your eyes.
No turning back, nor goodbye.

Are your feelings flyin' higher than every summit
All around the whole world?
The first step to perform your last dance, your final reverence.
So drink my wine, all my lies and try to fly.

You'll see the path, no fear, no dread.

(I'll) show you more (far) away these lies.
Into an endless glass.
Swallow more, forget the past.
Swallow more, raise your glas.
One more effort, wipe away the cries.
A gulp ain't bitter and wash away so fast.
Climb this cliff, forget the past.
Raise your hands, and lift your eyes.
No turning back, nor goodbye.

No time to cry, thrill of your life, transcend this unknown side.
You'll meet and feel the warm of his light, or his dead cold smile.
The greed and need of this silent roar that shatters the night.

You'll see the path, no fear, no dread.

Do you see this valley? Do you want more wine?
Is there a river, a ferryman with a boat or a candyman with goat?
Will you see the Holy into vice and weed?
Let's stroll in the woods where we lost our souls,
(Upon this witch's burning couch.)


4. WHEN THE SMOKE SURROUNDS THE FEAR

You may have a cross to bear.
The doubt is what you'll find.
Let those callings devour.
Strolling the desert, find a shelter
And some weed to grind, a smoke to hide.

Lay here and stay, before the words betray
Once the world dismay,
Like breath through the fog,
And just be with you.

A lower place to hide
A quiet place called hell.
Colder than your own grave,
A quiet place called heart.
A lower place to hide
A quiet place called hell.
Colder than your own grave,
Colder than the world's heart.

Where the wild things scream the night.
When the bones sing through the sighs.
When the smoke surrounds the fear,
You leave this world behind.

Lay here and stay, before the words betray
Once the world dismay, Like the smoke away.


5. WILD LANDS

A mourn road to find this, though we can find another way.
All around us is dying, the trees are weeping some elder days.
Your hand in mine all day long, those wild lands will not tear us apart.
We drive west, we stand high, a new hope grows into our hearts.

Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts.
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult.

Night creeping stalkers rape the silent sighs.
Enter the camp, and so, playing roles with their knives.
Their envy glows.
Hailing their hunger, pray and sacrifice.
Brandishing their plunder meat, all nailed onto their hook.
Their envy glows.

Another morning rises, our confused hearts are filled by fear.
After the last night crisis, we hit the road with a despair flow.
We hear the distant sound, of their machines roaring as beasts.
The hunt will never stop, we're trapped, we know, the end is near.

Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts.
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult.

A decent place to stay, in darkness a shelter shadow home.
Maybe we find some peace,
Unlike the utter fury shattering the world.
I saw your dried eyes, trying to cry but failed in end.
Your hand in mine all night long, you and I, as one, against the world.

Ravenous horde of lurkers, tear the silent sighs.
Enter the bunker, so, drawing smiles with their knives.
Their envy roars.
Hailing their hunger, slay, cut and slice.
Salvation as a butcher craft, on a hook you see heavens cry.
Their envy roars

Finally reach the west shores and leave the hordes behind.
A huge void in our souls as the trees beg for their sap.
Everything dies my dear, even our hope drowned in the dirt.
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as waiting for death.
Do you hear my last cough or the roar of machines near?
Will you run or hold my hand, will you die or will you stand?
A last look, a last breath, a raw ending in sight.
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as a burning fire.


6. THE MIDNIGHT TALE

All hopes you seared. Each sigh you missed.
Saddened and brave, all flows through my veins.

Hit the time till the midnight mourn
Hold the tears and breathe no more.

The seventh grief of a despaired soul,
The slightest hope of an endless fall.
The longest trip to knotted rope
Sole hope! Sole rope!
All the fears that are breeding inside,
Departing the ground to another side.

White walls, and a drift of pain.

I have a million tales, hidden deep into my heart,
Will you catch me when I'll fall?

Hit the time till the midnight mourn
Hold the tears and breathe no more.

The shredding tear from a shattered soul,
The shiny drop from a needle sore.
From damp cellars with squalid walls,
Lost hope! Last hope!
Opaque scrolls eager for secrets of mine,
Another toke and the morning shines.

White walls, and a drift of pain.

I have a million tales, hidden deep into my heart,
Will you catch me when I'll fall?

White walls, and a drift of pain. Sour lies, a gift you drain.
A shy call, as a midnight tale. Forward, one dose and sail.

All hopes you seared. Each sigh you missed.
Saddened and brave, all flows through my veins.


7. ALL SECRETS DIE ALONE

All my secrets die alone
I will sing with owls, sole, at night
Some dark ancient occult rhymes.
All my secrets die alone.

I merely close your soul at night.
Where dwelling swarming elder ghosts.
Corpses of your honour and your pride,
Are lying on the floor.

Tell me heaven, I'll answer lies.
Show me courage, I'll show you whines.