the old man sings in the face of fear the circular mantra why are we here the audience is blind to what takes place in the pillory life is a stage
this is a history of pride and romance such an eerie fantasy when you think about it sins of our fathers their land and nature amusement and abuse
mount the high horse and dogs will follow the scent of innocence the wars of the roses sounding the charge down in history the hand that offers the
we drink and drink a subtle poison more in sorrow than in anger our skin is so thin and left to love the sentence we serve our masks discarded the
the family is gathering in silent prayer before the bed where he is laid out beautiful in black and closed eyes only a boy and a brother and a lover
We fear the things We do not understand The powers Of good And evil Of the world The past The future The promises The folly Of those who died For
[The full lyrics to Stone Angels are printed in the album booklets. It is a poem written by Keith Waldrop first published in 1997 by homonimous title
We hold each other In the dead of night And the end Begins When innocence dies In their eyes Asking us why Must they die And live And love And life
The sun is far away It goes in circles Someone dies Someone lives In pain It is burning Into the thin air Of the nature Of a culture On the dark side
I want you To tell me Who you are In your dreams Who is there And is it beautiful Like music Do you know If it is a word Is it love Does it hurt
The shadows Shadows Of the dead In the silence In the night Close your eyes And see the stars The shadows And tremors Of the sun
Out of nothing I understand Who I am I think I have been Here before I know What you have done To the world Your face It is in your hands Like
how did we end so far out past praying and past recall to believe in nothing is a faith in itself a lighthouse in the eye of the storm the nightmare
There is a circle Around the cross A flight of steps Into the earth A black hole A string of music Hung from a willow Weeping Over the wood And the
Is the light of the light Monumental Or something? White on white Is a vampire In the mirror Eternal ? Like hell We are All dressed in
For all who used to be And now are In the dark Light a candle And say their name One last time Let them go We will follow When time comes To pray
[Black Sabbath cover] My name it means nothing my fortune is less My future is shrouded in dark wilderness Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on Everything
For the record No one will understand What it is all about The dead name Backwards Amen It just happened A long time ago 33 years Again