Here we stand as the forces blow across the land. Open minds and now open sores but no open hand. Hiding in our trench of steel to witness the blast. Nothing to say and now nothing to feel now it's hopeless and past.
There's a story to tell about mister Jones. He rides adventure into the night. Not a man of iron but a man with goals. He opens dreams to let in light.
Questioning the future with flaming intent. I kneel before the temples of ice. Crystalized walls rise to ten thousand feet. Behind lies the answers to life.
Told you the story 'bout a teacher's pet. Well, you ain't heard nothing yet. Skool Daze over teacher thinks that's no lie. Skirts up, heads down, playtime.
Gather round and listen to. The tales I have to tell. Of demons, death and misery. In this wonderland called Hell. . The things that children dream of.
Led by a sacred feeling in my heart. I have left my evil ways to restart. Now I hear Eden call I must try not to fall. All is good in heaven but I want more.
Clarisse what perfume you wearing today. No don't tell me I know. And the soap that you washed with. Come to me don't feel scared I'm not going to bite.
High on a ridge where the dark lord stands. Sending black legions to crush the lands. Captures of hades transporting the crown. Into the pit of this unholy row.