Against the GrainAn outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might
Cities set ablaze
By torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues,
Left to rot
As I WitherI wither like an oak with dead roots.
Leaves falling of…
Never to return. There is no spring in sight.
As I seek suppression and grace, I’m falling down again…
Left behind! Rage descended from bitterness.
Still the old bonds hold me. My feet stuck in the anger.
Captivating SolitudeI have been pierced by a deadly thorn
There is no way to undo what's done
My disease, my infection
I am so impure
My release, my redemption
Is there a cure
I'm falling from the righteous path
Hollow silence follows these days
Culmination of the EnigmaBroken bonds
Division amongst men
Living lives that are
Depraved and terrified
Souls bewildered
Seekers lost in their quest
Brothers to none
Slaves to their own desires
Det raknerDet Rakner!
Kunstig fremtidsoptimisme
og falsk glede.
Harde kĺr og fremtidens vrede.
Hĺpet svinner, bedrřvede sinn.
Bringer morgendagen glede
led den inn
Floating on the Murmuring TideBorn to sudden loss
When hopes is left to die
Opportunities and talents
You let them all erode
The walls are all torn down
And all the bridges burned
Floating on the murmuring tide
I Total Triumf Mitt livstre råtnet bort i en strøm av forakt
Jeg dvelte i skyggenes bekmørke blomstereng
Avmaktsrustne kjettinger tvang meg i kne
Lenket meg til det jeg ikke ville se
Det jeg elsket ble til støv
Alt jeg hadde kjært ble sakte fortært
Svakhet ble kronet til konge
Image of TimeWalk through the branches
And see into it all
Walk through the branches
And hear mother nature's call
That will rise again
Red leaves from the tree of life
Cast by the wind
October's MonodyOctoberґs Monody
Like a thief in the night.
I didn’t see it coming.
As it creaped nearby.
It burns.
Destruction in it’s wake.
On the Banks of MississippiOn the banks of the Mississippi
An old man sits on his bench
Watching the river's water flow
Smoking cigarettes as time goes by
Reminiscing about the years passed
And his loved ones who've gone old
Now his life is shortened
His better days are gone
Sombre Fall , Burdened Winter In the times of my trial
The days slowly moved along
But nothing ever changed
I struggled to maintain what was left
Tried to find some peace of mind
Days filled with nothing
And no hope in sight
The TitanThe Titan
The global age is right upon us
The coming of a new kingdom
A colossus athwart the world
A one world government
The titan is rising in malice
Their Spirits Ride with the WindTheir spirits will rise
They will rise at the end of time
Now they ride with the wind
Across the lands of the ancient times
They possess memories of glory and fall
Their spirits will rise
Arise at the end of time
Times of YoreI have crossed the plains of opulence
And sent truthfulness to the grave
I have fled from true serenity
And left the origin behind
The decades are passing by
Times of yore
I've seen enough
To the CoreDevastation of the present
Hunger for self-glorification
Hail evil and watch it rise
Mental self-destruction
To the core
Fruitless deeds of darkness
Hunger for more
Wayfaring StrangerI'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger,
While travelin' through this world below.
Yet there's no sickness, no toil, nor danger,
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm goin' there to see my Father.
And all my loved ones who've gone on.
I'm just goin' over Jordan.
I'm just goin' over home.