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Lonely Heart / Empty Soul | Love
in a Box | Mostly Silence
Mother's Tears | Murdered
Magicians
Open your eyes and look deep inside,
I'll help deal with the pain you may find.
Close your eyes and look out from within,
as long as I'm here there will be no sin.
Take hold of my hand as you slip into dreams,
sometimes all the good is not what it seems.
Take hold of my heart as the dreams grow deep,
its no dream that my heart you can keep.
Only me and no one else
Come to me; Don't be by yourself
Open your thoughts and reach out for the tree
Grab hold of the fruit and bring it to me
Forget memories of other things you've faced
With this fair fruit there is no bad taste
Now open your mind and be free while you sleep,
the only thing you can feel is me by your feet.
Now close your mind while memories are still fresh,
you'll never wake up till I pass all your tests.
You dig at the soul as the dreams turn vile,
you dig at the soul and I'm here all the while.
Nothing you do can drive me away,
you talk in your sleep but don't know what you say.
Open your eyes; The bad dreams are gone,
I am here and your true thoughts can be shown.
Passed the tests; Stayed through thick and thin.
Now able to feel what was bottled up within.
The fruit of love lies deep in the heart,
and it can grow if you let it start.
The fruit is made of love you know,
its the only fruit I will never let go.
To travel in darkness of an endless night.
Solemn shadows from a gleam of light.
Test the strength of a tortured head.
To feel the doubt of nothing said.
Not knowing the way makes darkness a fear.
Not knowing the way keeps darkness near.
Another day but never the Sun.
The light that's needed but never comes.
Evolution brings promise with nocturnal eyes.
Now seeing the things that darkness denies.
Closeness of soul but not of pride.
Nothing replaces the closeness conversation provides.
Darkness blocks words and reality it mocks.
Living like shoes with love in a box.
Mostly shadows on the walls
An avoidance of the calls
Mostly anger in the wills
An annoyance harbored still
Mostly silence to this day
Dreams of love that walked away
Mostly harmless thoughts that pass
Wonders of why it didn't last
Mostly sadness in the air
Tears that swallow up my care
Mostly pleasure in your pain
Hurt that's only to my gain
Mostly silence to this day
Dreams of love that will walk my way
Early April springtime rolling 'cross the hills
A slight refreshment from within the morning chills
Early morning raindrops touching window panes
Misty visions flowering along rain-soaked lanes
Joy in a breath of air born of fresh-cut grass
Passing of the Heavens, twilight skies of brazen brass
Sudden streaks of merriment crashing through the clouds
Gentle sounding dreams abound, breaking up the crowds
Peace found in an awkward place so lost in time
With sorrow washed out by tears of Mother in Her prime
Come riding faster on me
Twice as clear as Heaven
Twice as fast as vile rain
crossed the countrysideS A T O R
A R E P O
T E N E T
O P E R A
R O T A SKeep the world rolling
Keep the fear from upon usI Hear the horns of Hattin blaring
July 4th, 1187, Saladin glaring
Body to body under Acre's stoneAt Nazareth the Master slipped
Put our heads upon a Muslim's ship
and sent our fates awayFool Gerard set my brothers down
Franks slain, strewn 'cross the battle-town
Shi'ites make sad humourGnostic, Cathar, Manichean, brother
Illuminati, every one
ROSA, bless the fallen soldier
Arepro, keep us rolling onFrench Philip feels no pity
French justice holds the Templar-check
French death, my magical brethren,
deals our final blowBaphomet come to save me
Pick me off this strappado deck
Put out the fire upon my feet
and take the weights from meThe Kilmartin slabs half-eroded
Eighty swords stand only half-corroded
Secret Order-brethren under fire
no moreSubtle Knight, once sturdy, proud
Sworn upholder of Turin's Shroud
Face to face under St. Michan's now
