- As Ivy Groweth Green
Traitors came amongst us one season,
Faithless traitors without rhyme, without reason
Yet, as ivy groweth green and never changes,
Even evil cannot turn us into strangers
Wars, thus won, are lost to fate
Hand in glove with love was hate
To return to the source of the course of kings
Lords of light must find their wings somehow
- Flesh
Take these hooks from my flesh,
Cast across the ring of fate by the fire in thine eyes
This temple is reduced to ash
This cross, this thing of hate, desire never dies
Lord have mercy!
Take these tears and wipe the slate
Fear not heresy!
Draw the line across this circle of my fate
- The Grail
Should I follow my heart to the ends of the Earth,
Would I find, in time, what a life of truth is worth?
Embracing emptiness,
Embracing loneliness,
Forsaking the fortress in a quest for the Holy Grail.
In shadows deep I fold my wings,
And let my dreams decide my fate,
For all things come to those who wait,
- Till Death do us Unite
When darkness falls the dead shall rise
To resurrect thy reason,
Then they shall pray for one more day
To flower out-of-season.
O rasie me from my watry graves,
This vale of tears illusion,
With one more kiss,