Be thankful for your Gut!
and all that it may choose to say.
The water that flows through you,
watch it, as it gently sways.
Watch the stars,
the stars above,
for everyone is full of love.
Watch your words
and watch your thoughts
be careful of the friends you bought.
See somethings come without a price,
these things are the joys of life.
A childs smile in the morning light.
A loving hand to hold at night.
Clasp it tight and clasp it true,
these are the hands that pull you through.
Search for those hands to pull you through.

His kingdom fell before his sword,
before he was to meet the lord.
All was lost with yesterday
but no one had the strenght to say.
Not one of them could find the words
before his light went from this world.
He left this life, this mortal plain,
leader of the old demain.
Leader of a band of men
never to be seen again.
Gone with the wind
his final breath.
As the Sun sets in the west.....................................

Turbulent skies
the dragonflies
can't find their wings tonight.
Thunder claps
then lightning strikes
as the gypsies start to fight.
The blood spilt on the sawdust floor,
soaks it up, as they want more.
Half the crowd all soaked in porter,
another lamb is for the slaughter.
Shots reign down upon his head,
his legs won't buckle, a stubborn mule.
Better to live, than to be dead,
the last words of a dying fool.
And as the pride of one is lost
another clan will count the cost.
Until they meet again sometime.
Underneath turbulent skies.

The Watchmen, lonely, watching time,
upon freezing beds,
the cold, the wet, the dead,
along the River Rhine.

Flares,illuminate the sky,
young soldiers, writing letters home,
some they start to cry.
Wishing they knew why,
along the River rhine.

Those treasured tear stained letters.
A young souls last goodbye,
a flare shines in the sky.
Wishing they knew why,
Upon the River Rhine.

If you could have one answer,
to any question in the world.
Would you ask about the past?
or what needs, to be learned?
Would you think in wonder,
bout those reasons never found.
Sometimes wonder is the reason
you can't seem to come around.
All thats gonna greet us,
the good the lost and all thats bad.
Those stories that are left untold,
are always gonna drive you mad.
But get back to that question,
what is it that you'd ask?
Would that sacred answer,
relinquish you from what you thought?

Every moment, every day,
has been relayed
has been replayed.
With time alone, to watch it all,
as we rise,
and as we fall.

Falling throught the city,
with a demon on my back.
Hiding from the morning light,
falling through the cracks.
Sitting at a bus-stop,
no bus to take me home,
seeking out a thought to please
my mind that sings alone.
My mind that questions everything,
within awoken eyes,
leads to questions
when I sleep,
waiting for the Sun to rise.

Waitin for tomorrow
but tomorrow never comes.
It just relays and then replays,
all you ever thought you were.

Ten thousand skulls,
they line the walls,
of these old sacred corridors.
The labyrinth, leads far below,
is hidden deep, beneath the snow.
Lost to sunlight for so long,
still echoing those ancient songs.
The truth, the light,
the plight of man.
Has been reversed
Has been replanned.
All that we once held as truth
is being laughed at by the youth.
The ones we've left to fix the mess,
will listen as we all confess,
Learn from how we got it wrong,
they will rebuild and carry on
I hope we help them to grow strong,
cause hope is our's and we belong.