…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…I will stay by your side now and forever I will always only be in love with you Is it true when you say that you love me And is it true that I'm the one In the night we walk together In the day I think of you Is it…

…Oh, who is raised by the sword Can't be beaten Who is toughened by the fire Can't be burned Awaited by immortality Are the ones sacrificing their lives To blood, to victory, to the truth As ye saw, as shall ye reap We…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…Into the night (into the night), you and I torn and broken Bleed into the night Blinded by the sun's brightest rays Radiating from the sharpened razorblade (razor blades) Side by side; darkness and light Play their game…

…If you drop breadcrumbs while you’re off adventuring you’ll lose your way in darkness, so we’re heard We learn about their failures across the centuries but at least they got to feed some hungry birds You can say that…