Voices in the dark are calling The spider on her knee is crawling running through a labyrinth, she's lost Can't seem to find her way, can't see the light of day Deep within the castle walls, phantoms floating through the halls She finds a key to unlock the door She won't be their victim anymore She take a sword into her hand to slay the demons to find her way out of this cursed land Solo In the evil forest, serpents at her feet, wicked trees reach out to her Glowing eyes surround her, they can taste her fear With nothing but a sword and foolish hope... Girl: Come on! You want a piece of me?! I'll slay you all with this rusty blade! Demons: Oh my, it's a girl with a sword and she thinks she can take us. She has no hope of escape, We are many and strong! The demons leapt into the air to tear her dress and pull her hair She swung her sword with all her might, there was a flash of blinding light. And they were gone, no threat was found, their heads were rolling on the ground.

Thus when she had slain the demon horde, blackened blood dripped from her sword And so, she must move on before the master notices she's gone. Crept from the shadows into the fire. ......mystery text....... Fighting her way through this realm of pain She needs to find a friend and may not make it on her own Collapsing to the dust, she falls and cannot muster her strength No one knows what fate has in store for this lonely warrior She opens her eyes to find she's been carried far beyond the deadly wasteland A white mane tickles her face as she beholds the regal Creature who carried her Galloping through the plains over rolling hills and toward the shadow mountain Destiny beckons her and with this great Unicorn, she'll send the Lord of Darkness back to hell. Hell is where he needs to be. The people of this land long to be free. No one believes in her save the foolish and the old, but she is the Chosen One who will free this land from agony.

Omnis arbor quae non facit fructum bonum excidetur et in ignem mittetur (Every tree that does not produce good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.) Last Night I dreamt a holy man was taking me With urgency he led me to a road The way was lovely, the hedges filled with roses The young boys who surrounded us seemed perfectly at home One by one they fell as the webs entangled them and dragged them to the dwelling of the Beast Funes extenderunt in laqueum: iuxta iter scandalum posuerunt (They have spread cords for a net: by the wayside they have laid snares for me) The Hand of God placed knives along the trail so the young boys could cut the webs away Two swords were also symbols of devotion With sacred blades many souls were saved As we journeyed on the roses turned to thorns The road became a steep and crooked path At the bottom of the precipice dark towers loomed ahead Behind the walls were mountains of scarlet flames for them I knew we were standing at the very gates of hell Many inscriptions were posted all around and this is what they said: Ubi non est redemption (The place of no reprieve) Discedite, maledicti, in ignem aeternum qui paratus est diabolo et angelis eius (Depart from Me, you cursed into the everlasting fire which was prepared for the devil and his angels.) The Boys were rushing down and running from God's face And in their stubborn pride, they turned away from grace Maggots eat their flesh and termites gnaw their bones In life they made their choice, This is now their home. ....Welcome Home.... Omnis arbor quae non facit fructum bonum excidetur et in ignem mittetur. (Every tree that does not produce good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.) Backmasked: Bad Companions, Bad Bookes, and Bad Habits

Say what you will the system is broken beyond repair Children Live on the streets yet there's empty buildings everywhere When will we rise? How long can we take this oppression? We see through their lies, Brick by brick, We'll burn their castles.... Down is the direction they wish us to go, they've planned our descent They suck the life blood from our veins until our souls are spent The workers are left with nothing to mend their broken bones Their riches grow while they do nothing and their slaves lose their homes The prophets tried to tell them that the rulers must be just But their hearts grew hard with greed and paradise was lost And the Lord God said to the serpent, Because thou hast done this thou art cursed above all the cattle and brutes of the earth, on thy breast and thy belly thou shalt go, and thou shalt eat earth all the days of thy life. Hey rich man, do you think that you've won, Well, there's something you should know History repeats herself since the fool won't learn his lesson and the time has come to teach you yours When the Queen said, "Let them eat cake," and the wealthy had no compassion for the poor Cake sounds good to me She did not know that the monarchy would crumble and her severed head would tumble to the floor I think I'm missing my head It's rolling and tumbling and tumbling and rolling Look, it's laughing....Oh wait, that's my laughter It's my head....ha ha ha Truthfully, tipsy tyrants shall tiptoe through tulips as tactful tacticians tell their titillating tales Tagalongs toke tobacco on the tailgates of travesty taking time to take tolls from the tired Titans tackle the tiny and tasteless taglines toxify the tranquility of the timid Taxes are taken from temporal temples and tenacious temptation transpires Tenderfoot travelers treat tenants so tenderly....temporarily And soon the plagues will fall upon this land and all the people shall be free No kingdom should be built on the backs of slaves What will it take to make the pharaoh see? The people rise to their feet a long awaited battle draws near Their hearts are filled with hope and the minds of the rulers are filled with fear Dies irae, dies illa, dies tribulationis That day is a day of wrath, a day of tribulation and distress, a day of calamity and misery, a day of darkness and obscurity, a day of doubts and whirlwinds, a day of the trumpet and alarm against the fenced cities, and against the high bulwarks.