As a flower fades in winter, I pull my power into this earth Safely held, and well protected until one day it is safe to return Up above it is cold and barren, death spreads over all that is seen I await this season of blackness, a promise of return I will keep. I arise as a death ender Countless blades lay upon the ground Not defeated by the pretender With victory this world is unbound Striking back with dtermination, a fervor that warms all Vibrations of voices together shift the axis of battle Pushing forth, my armies grow in numbers. Reproducing the inspiration Rejuvenated by healing embers, the fight continues to the next generation.

He walks upright but not as a man Nothing he tries goes according to plan The mark he leaves will fade all too fast Fearing no more, he becomes the past. She doesn't know why he would treat her this way Raising the had to her day after day A gift from the gun will settle the the score The scars will remain, but she'll think of him no more. The faces we see, the smile we all great Hide from us twisted realities I am here for you just as you are here for me Vessels holding one another's horrid memories The shades are drawn at the end of the day Gasoline is poured down upon the face The match is struck, the flame alive, but I'll no longer be The cycle of life is that of ever lasting pain.

Beware ye, who enter this land tonight, the Meadowolf runs free The curse it spreads, given not by bite, but just as deadly Seductive are its eyes, powerless to look away, drawn into its embrace Its coat you'll long to feel and soon it will have its way. It thrusts into your soul. Warned you are of this creature who roams the dark, trust the pounding of your heart Easy prey you'll be and nothing can protect your flesh, the moon it sets the mood Take care on this path and guard your purity! This, it craves like meat. Hear the howling of the fiend. It cries out to spill its see; it will not be denied its feast! Lust of the Meadowolf, passion of the beast. Another is made upon its release.

Break the chain End the pain The cycle must be ended today Run the race Rack your brain The way out is to be found by you Break away Lose the shame Value is determined by you Break the Chain End the pain The cycle must be ended today Now you find the reality behind the things controlling your mind Now you see the false nature of the things you never could be The only way is to forget the things you're learning today Take the reigns, cast aside the old ways and break the chain! Take the pain Stop the same Do not let them drive you insane Leave the cave Your mind is caged The way out is to be found by you Break away Lose the shame Value is determined by you Break the Chain End the pain The cycle must be ended today

The beast never sleeps We must be prepared to sacrifice Bring in the goat Sins must be prepared to appease Bow down to him The one who resides in wilderness Attaching the sins Lead the goat away to be devoured Relieve us of our wrongs Receive the goat of Azael In place of our lives Ingest the goat of Azael We who fear the power Bring you the goat of Azael Sustained by our sins Attached to the goat of Azael Oh, demon in the wild Do we deserve your pity Open your mouth Consume our confessions with delight Drink in the blood Imbued with the evil from our kind Digest the goat Granting us life once again Relieve us of our wrongs Receive the goat of Azael In place of our lives Ingest the goat of Azael We who fear the power Bring you the goat of Azael Sustained by our sins Attached to the goat of Azael

These words are in our souls for countless years untold To take them from us now would cause a grief unknown The burning of these words will not silence the message A strength is held within that never dies away Raise your armies, raise your swords, to drive us from your path We will still remain in place when you've become the past These ancient texts now fade the fire destroys with grace The ancient arts unscathed the words ever remain (The Words speak) "Embers glow this night Evidence of our plight Broken are we But our words remain." A voice lifts up, calls to the sky The strength of old revived, the message never dies Hands open the book, a faith that will not burn A power retained, ignorance enslaved Your blades begin to fold Our strength you now behold When the burning of sacred texts does not destroy their words The burning of these words DOES NOT silence the message A strength is held within that never dies away These ancient texts now fade the fire destroys with grace The ancient arts unscathed the words ever remain

This orb of light I hold in my hands is real The power to mold reality, out of though and into form The truth behind the veil is beyond your belief, moving about while you sleep Your ignorance denies. I exist justified, connected to what you refuse to see The time in which I reside, ever unfettered in wizardry. Your doubt cannot restrain my power I will stand confronting you cowards. Enveloped in waves, a power surrounding Measured not in days, this nature expressing.

In the grip of fear behind enemy lines, he writes to his love. She is the reason that he fights. He tells her that he will not survive the night, the assault has failed. The thought of her makes his pain subside. Though he knows he will not return home, a calm sets in. Death can not erase this love. The enemy comes over the hill, the shells are starting to fall, on top of them all. Both armies charge up face to face, the sounds of war all over the place. He locks into battle with a man no older than him, determined to win. Expended rounds, expired lives, a bombs whistle covers the sky. Upon the next day, when death has had its way An old man appears with a cross around his neck, and finds someone still alive. He kneels next to the man, paper gripped firmly in hand A recited prayer, the lungs empty of air, and he takes the letter home. The letter makes its way Homeward across this distant land This confession of unending love Journeys further on. Traveling from hand to hand The envelope holding love's last words Carried by strangers, guided by the wind Completing the voyage home. In her mailbox the envelope is placed, his last words finally home. The postman leaves, the doorbell is rang, just as war machines fill the air. The bombs begin to rain, screams of fear and pain, fires reach the sky. The Unopened Envelope lands by her side just as she dies.

Lyrics by Paul L. Fine Let us first divide cognition into rational analysis and sensory perception (which Descartes considered valueless). Now reason gives us concepts which are true but tautological; sensation gives us images whose content is phenomenal. Whatever greets our senses must exist in space and time for else it would be nowhere and nowhen and therefore slime; the space and time we presuppose before we sense reality must have innate subjective transcendental ideality. Thus space and time are forms of our perception whereby sensation's synthesized in orderly array; the same must hold for rational conception: in everything we think, the laws of logic must hold sway. But a problem here arises with respect to natural science: while empirical in method, on pure thought it lays reliance. Although for Newton's findings we to Newton give the glory Newton never could have found them if they weren't known a priori. We know that nature governed is by principles immutable but how we come to know this is inherently inscrutable; that thought requires logic is a standpoint unassailable but for objects of our senses explanations aren't available. So let's attempt to vivisect cognition by critical analysis in hope that we may find the link between pure thought and intuition: a deduction transcendental will shed light upon the mind. You may recall that space and time are forms of apprehension and therefore what we sense has spatiotemporal extension; whatever is extended is composed of a plurality but through an act of synthesis we form a commonality. If we are to be conscious of a single concrete entity each part of its extension must be given independently combining in a transcendental apperceptive unity to which I may ascribe the term "self-conscious" with impunity. The order of our various sensations arises from connections not beheld in sense alone; our self creates the rules of their relations and of this combination it is conscious as its own. While these rules correspond to scientific causal laws the question of their constancy remains to give us pause; but once we recollect the source of our self-conscious mind, to this perverse dilemma a solution we may find. The self is nothing but its act of synthesis sublime; this act must be the same to be self-conscious over time. The rules for combination of its selfhood form the ground so what we perceive tomorrow by today's laws must be bound. These constant laws whereby we shape experience are simply those which regulate our reason: that is plain. So don't ask why the stars display invariance -- the Cosmos is produced by your disoriented brai

Traveling down the hallway, you see a glint of light You think that it might be a trick of the eye A board creaks, it echoes from somewhere in the house You freeze in place and wait for the noise again (There's someone behind you) The sound of footsteps you know are not your own The heat of adrenaline courses through your veins This state of awareness causes you to tremble A breath on your shoulder forces you to run (There's someone behind you) Erratic movements, you seek a place to hide Frantically wondering, how did he get inside? Who is this stranger, what does he want from you? You try to outrun him, what more can you do? Unable to fathom, caught in the grip of fear. What is this menace, what is he doing here? Running down the hallway, you rush into a room. Noises drawing closer, threatening your doom. Pray for salvation, pray for the light of day. Your heart beats so loud, will it give you away?! Hiding in terror, you hope not to be found Footsteps draw closer, you feel them in the ground The shaking, so violent, no way to sit still His laughter, so evil, begins to make you ill (There's someone behind you) His voice, so loud, reverberates from everywhere A rumble in the walls, how can he know you're there? The voices so loud, as if coming from inside There's only one answer: the intruder is in your mind (THERE'S SOMEONE INSIDE YOU) Erratic movements, there's no place to hide Frantically wondering, how did he get inside?!