Weary is the traveler
Who treads the stony path
Through the Mist
Whose ghostly embrace
Blots out the sun
How can they ever
Hope to find the way home?
The wheel in the sky
Turns on
They are ignorant
Lost and hopeless
Drifting for evermore
The air turns to water
They are not walking
But swimming
Not treading water
But drowning
Not sinking to the bottom
But flying
Carried on wings of ash
To  heaven and hell
One in the Same

your pain is Mine
and your strEngth
you pulse through my veins
death and hardship
betrayal and scorn
stopped you not
and i Gladly tread
in your mighty footsteps
your hAtefull words
fill my ears
i Drink your poison
likE the sweetest honey
it fills my ears and sTeels my
resolve
your Hate is my strength
swing your ax
and i will follow
till the grave
you brought me back
and for that i owe
you my eternal allegiance
together you and i shall set
this world afire
so wave your red flag
my dearest devil
and know that i stand
at your side, come hell and
high water.

Every Way, I've Tried them All
Killed with ax and fist and knife and maul
Their bones I break, Their lives I take
How many souls burn in hell for my sake?
Care I not, for I enjoy to watch them rot,
Tasting pallid flesh without a seconds thought
The cold meat so tender and sweet
grisly deed, delicious treat

A girl took me to see
Iron Maiden once.
She broke my shackles,
caked with rust.
She stitched my wounds and healed
my heart, held me close and
taught me not to fear the dark.
She kept me safe under her wing,
made me feel and let me sing.
She helped me through the dark of
night, till I was strong enough
to face the light.
She was my heart, and she was mine,
than I thought for now and all time.

But she fed me lies and made
me hate. Into my heart she drove a
stake. Then she left me
in the dark to die, with a
broken will and tear filled eye.
How can I hold my head up high?
Live without her? I'd rather die!
But then I think 'How much worse can it
get?' I wish I could just *******
forget and live my life with out
                       Regret.

Who is not aroused by
the scent of blood?
So hot and full of Life.
Together we can peel back
your face, and find out
once and for all.
What is it that truly
lies beneath?

How can you lead when
you can't walk?
How can you speak
when you can't talk?
What do you do when your
wasted life amounts to nothing?

The shadows, closer they draw.
I watch them creep along the hall.
I cannot hope to see the sunrise
on the morrow.

My ******* last drop of
blood is spilt and my last
earned dollar lent, just
to fuel your ever burning fire.

How can I hope to keep this
pace? I know I'm dammed to
loose this race, only goaded
on by my desire...

"To brave the Northern Pass

in dead of winter?  Thou has

resigned thyself to death."

"We fear not death, nor hardship

for we are fighting men.

War calls us North and we shall

go to defend our homeland."

The cold was hard, but not as

the sight that froze our blood.

The Beast, he roared and shook its

mangy head.  A muttered curse, an

oath swore to see the hellspawn dead.

Our swords like fire, sang a song of

lethal steel.  The beast had met its match,

five strong warriors who fought back to back.

Alas the Beast would not so easily be slain,

and saw I him four my brothers maim.

"He took my eye, but I his head.  A small price

for him to pay.  By his hand four my Brothers dead.

So hear my tale green young lad, and heed its

meaning well.  For that pass in Wintertimes

holds no horrors steel can't quell."