There Is You

There is anger, there is rage. Nameless victims of the age. Hear their voices, hear their cries. Face to face and eye to eye. . Where there is promise, there is hope.

The Vision

I heard a voice callin' out to me. Might've been a vision, might've been a dream. It said some things will come and some will go. We're only here a moment don't you know.

The Sun Is Gonna Rise

There's no reason. For fighting this way. There's no rhyme. In the words that we say. . Don't you know the sun is gonna rise. The sun is gonna rise again?.

The Road Home

There's a hitchhiker standing on the side. Of the road off of exit 104. And a forgotten billboard for all night diner. That ain't even there no more. .

The Reason

So many hills that we have climbed. So many trails we left behind. So many songs that I forget. The journey isn't over yet. . Through all the years I've watched you grow.

The Little Bighorn March

The Last Stand

The Final Word

Every word that you have spoken. And the promises you made. All the laws that you have broken. Some day these debts must be repaid. . Every stone will be turned over.

The Art Of Survival

He makes his way through the heart of the night. With all he owns in a pack. Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle. And it don't look like they're coming back.

Tu Es La Force Du Silence

Rose dans les tenebres,. Rose saignante et pale,. Tu es la force du silence,. Mort le seul basier,. Je vais voir l'ombre, mon ombre. Saignante et pale,.

Torquemada

Non ignara mali homo homini lupus,. Diligite iustitiam qui iundicatis terram.. "Quis, quid ubi, cur, quomodo quando?". "Quis, quid ubi, quibus auxiliis?".

The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies

Strange acorns of goose-grey laurel. brushwoods, branches and insects. laying down the border of the brothchannel. . beside the eyes. an asphalted emerald hill.

The Land Of Sand Of Gold Of Ruin

Decoding. hyerogliphic omens. astonished. I feel. in the opal sphere. astonished. astonished. I feel. Where do you bring me to die, honey hands.... where do you bring me to die..?.

The Early Days

"...the first one was moon-like coloured,. the second was gold-like yellow,. the third red, the fourth brown,. the first seven buds were all of the same colour,.

Too Far

You and I under different stars you dream a lot. and I keep chasing the past. to remind you of who we are,. you've been gone for a while. in a distance another time.

The Ghost Is Gone

i didn't really feel it, until the feeling came back, and i don't really hate u, i just hate keeping track. i know they will trouble on me, where the water still flows, thats the savage that keeps calling cause he sees what i know,.

Treorachadh

To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go

My heart was ance as blithe and free. As simmer days were lang;. But a bonie, westlin weaver lad. Has gart me change my sang.. . Chorus.-To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,.

Tibbie Fowler O' The Glen

Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her. Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her. Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter.

They Wounded Old Ireland

Come gather 'round you freeborn men. And draw your chairs to mine.. And I'll tell you of my country,. That you might understand.. And of the English armies,.