he's so much, on your rebels that became congested And gnarls on modes, snarls at thrones, carve out domes Somewhere in a giant stone King where the interest
No quarter shall be called Loud his cries echo by,like a river's endless flow To wear away the stone and carve his life like a knife The scars he'll never
rage, every tear Hate in so much hate Never that pain will bind me Ask of myself if I've the will to unwind Every rage and tear Hear me now Words I
roar This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My kingdom of words that always fail This is my invocation My statues carved from stone of silence My
[sample: "The wizard..."] He left the northern hills to seek his fortune A lone barbarian with only death lust to guide He carved a kingdom of stone
coming of hate and violence No such thing as innocence Slay all the guilty ones Legions of the underworld Obey the words carved in stone Legions of the
more we'll find The light that blinds is darkness to our eyes Through a telescope I dream A summit in the sky blue snow I'll carve my name into withered stone
, rage, fear, confusing me Sell myself short of myself, guilt, stress, stabbing my shield Piercing these holes right through Me, fate, carved into stone
They held the tiller when the storm broke loose ?Steer into the wind,? shouted one and united they pulled the tiller, but all in vain The course has been set, carved in stone
shores I raise my hammer in honour Of those who will never come home I swear an oath to their fathers I will carve their names in stone Black Horizon
head, rage, fear consuming me Sell myself short of myself, guilt stress stabbing my shield Piercing these holes right through My fate carved into stone
head, rage, fear, confusing me Sell myself short of myself, guilt, stress, stabbing my shield Piercing these holes right through Me, fate, carved into stone
This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My kingdom of words that always fail This is my invocation My statues carved from stone of silence My secret
Among this urn's' dark ashes lies memories of past times hidden Ruins of the times gone by Once all this was his... His name had been carved in stone
morning sky Covers the words carved on my stone From the moment we were born Our doom has been decreed No glorious end to this lost battle Our fate is set in stone
down. Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink. History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The