the past Would fight outside the hall Then in the evening The vanquished would rise up With the victors And feast one and all Written on the runes The many tales
, on this cold winter's night Sent alone to tell a tale from the land of Delmite Journey starts at the edge of town with the stars as my guide There's
than make-believe Fairytale, it seems just like fairytale But there's something in my hear That says this time the story's real Fairytale, extraordinary tale
I arose and Marigold lay down with Curious Iris Cherry gave to Victor her prudence and her virus For the sake of purity I can recall the time and place
hesitates for a moment, gripping JOE's hand fiercely.) NORMA Won't you come along, darling? (JOE shakes his head.) JOE It's your script. It's your
Make way for the funeral procession of Doctor Victor von Frankenstein, maker of monsters! Townspeople: Listen to our tale
the passages of time, unearth archaic ways Reset epoch's once dispersed, enslave rationality Exhibit the bleeding of man's ancient wounds Share this
, it seems just like a fairytale, But there's something in my heart that says this time the story's real Fairytale, extra-ordinary tale, Of a King who
Stone and mortar Mixed with blood Keep an ancient tale Of the tower And the secret Of a mother's prayer For the throne Men once fought For the right
the past would fight outside the hall then in the evening the vanquished would rise up with the victors and feast one and all Written on the runes the many tales
ground And mourn the tragic tale their living Don't pity those who knowing fair The choice denied the blind beware The fools beaten down Conquered by their church's
Electronic prophets,so called righteous virtue's their disguise Intentions,camouflaged,they weave their clever tales of myth and swear by all that's holy
I See Through The Passage Ways My Heart Cold And Pounding, The Ghost Of My Yesterdays This Is My Soul Washed By The God's Will Daughter Of Zeus Hear My
Mountain, I See Through The Passage Ways My Heart Cold And Pounding, The Ghost Of My Yesterdays This Is My Soul Washed By The God's Will Daughter Of Zeus
it seems just like a fairytale, But there's something in my heart that says this time the story's real Fairytale, extra-ordinary tale, Of a King who offers
