Miracle Of Sound

Flashes of frailty and thoughts of red doorsClimb from the dirt to the skiesBloodlines that failed me compel nothing moreAmbition it burns in my eyesCast beyond duty and passed through the scornVoices that warn the discreetWhisper of beauty that’s born of the stormAnd the tremors of eight thousand

Through you I am born…Yesssss…I am the butcher on your backI am your guideWe never will be brokenNever will divideSoft touch, servantToiler, toolViolent, vengefulCallous, cruelBicker, bellowScream and screechVicious virusLurid leechBE MY PUPPET!BE MY PAWN!Torn in binary divideEverything I

I clasp the closing of the cycle.Soak up the idols’ afterglow.And I fall.Forever following the flame.I give all.Forever following the flame.Winding round.Over and over again.Fated to wander.Strike me down.Over and over again.To come back stronger.I find my hope among the embers.

SternIs the spiritDeepIn the flameCurseOf the wickedCreepsInto my frameAnd the glowIs a guideTime is cold, forlornAnd the rageSmothers allIn a molten scornBroken bladeRevenge is callingSavage shadeIn the dark I dashBroken bladeBlack blood fallingShadow of the ashThrough rubble, rock and stoneThe ashes

Daughter of the dúnTerror of the westSailed the coasts of IrelandWith O’Malley on her crestSailors on the blueShakin’ in their cotsFeelin’ the foreboding ofThe terror that she wroughtHup the hull and away we goStock the galley o’goldWhack the divil the gales he blowWe’

Through river, root and stoneThe distant call of homeSo far yet always with usInside our hearts and bonesNo breadth or sphereOr white mountains sheerCan quell the call of homeThere is no hearth that is quite as brightAs a flame that flickers freeThough many roads lay outside my doorThere is but one that calls to meLong […