now Is only names carved in stone Forgotten heroes underground Not much is left now Some rusty nails, some rotten bones The dead heroe's names carved in stone
rage, every tear Hate in so much hate Never that pain will bind me Ask of myself if I've the will to unwind Every rage and tear Hear me now Words I
head, rage, fear consuming me Sell myself short of myself, guilt stress stabbing my shield Piercing these holes right through My fate carved into stone
head, rage, fear, confusing me Sell myself short of myself, guilt, stress, stabbing my shield Piercing these holes right through Me, fate, carved into stone
This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My kingdom of words that always fail This is my invocation My statues carved from stone of silence My secret
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future
, my voyage was for nothing My hate radiated viciously But it is never alone... I feel someone else's near After a fit of hopeless rage I track the scent
broken home Everyone could be oh so far away (? ) and the white lines lead the way Lead the way And the writing on the wall They're carving out the martyrs in stone
No quarter shall be called loud His cries echo by, like a river's endless flow To wear away the stone, carve his life like a knife The scars he'll never
I'll carve a song out of notes of stone My tune-cut will last generations long And it will be one to remember me by When I am dead and gone Empires may
driving the clouds carving mournful verses to stone the sky leads the weary roamer astray struck down by the white nothingness thus curse the giants of stone
rage, every tear Hate in so much hate never that pain will bind me Ask of myself if I've the will to unwind Every rage and tear Hear me now, words I
roar This is my word made flesh, my cry and rage My kingdom of words that always fail This is my invocation My statues carved from stone of silence My
aching legs cannot do the work of ten men to lift my feet of stone clumsy, my arms long and leaden - they drag behind me carving deep trenches in
[sample: "The wizard..."] He left the northern hills to seek his fortune A lone barbarian with only death lust to guide He carved a kingdom of stone
in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh gloriously) woad anointed, Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage, I'll carve
