The Golden MoonOnce fires blazed; a flame long goneBut still the dust will carry on;A nation once too proud to die;That nation twice will stand asideFor time forgot as rivers flow;Ash to legend, yet myths still grow.----Feel the icy claws of doomWhen wonders built die with the moon;Ancient nightmares discard strife,For foolish glory will sufficeWhile embers smother as seals wear old;Death approaches - 'ware the cold.----A blade to draw the golden blood,Same blade to see the midnight flood;The bear strikes one but injures two;Be foe to all so roots grow true.Memories shall crumble soon;Dawn rise with the golden moon.
Rest AgainRun away before they're thereClose the door raise up the shieldForever wrapped in distant airOr let them hurt youLet them hurt youFar away I know they're thereI stand with my back on the wallTemptation lurking everywhereBut I will not fallI will not fallLock the door turn off the lightsRaise the wall and close my eyesLet nothing slip in past my shieldSit behind the steering wheelTwenty tanks to guard my flankI will never lose againDon't rest now you know they're out thereKnow they're out thereTry to hide but there is nowhereThere is nowhereAlways lurking in the shadowsIn the shadowsI will never lose
To Wake the StormAnd there he stood before the war, waiting for his own to fall. But then the prophet turned and said,"Wake the storm and make it red, but do not let its hate be found.All it takes is one mistake to turn the tides of fate around."~~~He recklessly turned to the sky, and to the gods he forthwith cried,"Gamble with me just this onceUpon this crumbling beam of chance.Play with me this precarious night;Join me in this danger dance."