OvertureWander, wander, wander into a dreamA night spent on emotion and illusionWhere nothing is what it seemsAnd my mind is lost into delusionsOn a dark alley I see but a shadowCould it, or could it not, I ask of meChasing ghosts in the night I goWondering if it's you there that I seeBut then, oh, a slight change is madeInto a green sunny meadow I awakeIn the distance a shillouette fadesBut it seems a mirage, just a fakeFor I know that you are long goneWith the wind, in a breeze, you leftNot really seeing what you had doneWhat's behind after you so selfishly leftBut then what is the reason for this?Into this dream I wander, wander, wanderOn moonlit nights and misty hills there isA faint memory, a slight trace of two loversAnd then I fall into this botomless pitFalling, falling, falling into the dark, reachingI'm greeted by skulls and spectresAll pointing, all laughing all smilingOh, crude irony, why does thou invade my dream?What once was love, turned into tormentI d
The Tin ManTick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tickGoes the heart of the tin manBut don't worry, he's not sickHe just stopped giving a damn'Cause when he tried to feelTo love, to dream, to hope, to hateHe found his heart made of steelSuch a twisted change of fateFor someone who had it brokenIn pieces, shreds, in a swayTo him, who had it stolenOnly to find it thrown awayAnd then he claimed to the devil"I don't want this, no more pain""Yes", he said, with a grin of evil"But beware, lest your words be in vain"Oh, such devious, dire shameNow he longs for his heart and soulLost to the one in the flamesHe of the dark deeds foulNow to end his life of miseryA knife in hand, a dire slashSolved all of life's misteriesHis life passes to him in a flashA flame withers, it flicksExtinguished it finally isTick, tick, tick, tick, ti...
Brothers of BattleBrothers in arms we standOn this ragged battlefieldWith shield and sword in handIt is but courage that we wieldBrothers in arms we standIn a quest for honor and valorThrough biting frost and bitter sandSeeking the legacy of the warriorBrothers in arms we standTo battle myths and legendsWe fight for freedom, for our landUntil Fate decides our bitter endBrothers in arms we standAt each other's back we fightFor we seek victory grandAnd no one can match our mightBrothers in arms we standOur swords stand ready and sharpWaiting for the single commandTo make the blood of our foes go scarceBrothers in arms we standAt the end of battle, end of dayThe bards shall sing firsthandSo our triumphs live forever, they mayBrothers in arms we standOn this cold winter nightFor one last battle, againDrawing our swords, and goodbyeBrothers in arms we standOn gray stone and icy graveEmpty now are time's sandsTo battle our lives we gaveBrothers in arms we stand
ThreeWhile some may call it a curse and suchI call it only my own, my little, blessingThat for every blade or knife I touchAll I hear it's their sweet, sweet talkingSlash, slash, slash, to me they saySlash away to your heart's contentI ask them if I can,do such I may?And slash, slash, slashing I wentLong have I taken upon this mantleOf sadness, happiness, madnessAnd with a swift slice, so swift, so gentleI slit their throats away, no lessRound, round, round the music box goesThe little dancer in my head swingsAs the silver turns red and the screams echoesAnd I'm taken up on madness' wingsOne, two, three, bring tea for threeThree is a number I like and love muchOne, two, three, fast it goes, see?Takes less than that for a knife's touchThree dancers, three knives, threeThree voices, three chatters, see?They try hard from me to fleeAnd when they see they can't, they pleaSlash, slash, slash, you see?
QuestionWhy do I let myself get so close?Opening my heart, only for theeThis is not the life I choseThe pain is all I can seeIllusions of love, a feelingI know so bare, so tenderlyBut still, something is missingI think its you, my beloved dearlyOh, but why fool myself so muchWhen I know that out thereFor me there's no love, no suchMy heart is but a pile of dust, hereBlackened dust, ash from the fireOf passion, of hate, of shameOf decisions so bold, so direAlas, who but myself is to blame?