The Beholder of Fire – Lyrics
Story Teller: Adventure comes
This would be a story of an unusual nature
In which a shunned boy adopts himself a father
Or was it the other way around?
The answer is yet to be found
Adventures come to those who dare
Comfort is for the dreads to share
Peril, passion, abyss and desire
Behold! The beholder of fire
Story Teller: Villain & Saint
Our story actually begins in its end
The son and the father are together in faith
Choices were made and all ransom was paid
Yet one dream had not enough time to fade
Does it really have to be like this?
The things one may possess are what the other is bound to miss
Should all this compassion go down in vain?
Must there be a villain for every saint?
TC 1
Three thousands miles
Above the Earth
On a shaded foggy mountain
Wheels of time
Meet eternity line
No sun above
To brighten my days
In this never ending winter
No sounds of paradise
But the chilly laughter of hell
I wake up every morning
Look out of my window
See the valley of the human race
Eyeless faces cutting their way
Toward dead end roads
As hard as I’m trying
There doesn’t seem to be a way
For me to work it out
Images of homeland
Pictures of dreams
Keeps coming back
And there he limbs
Up the path
Back from a tiring daily journey
Blood in his pockets
Death in his eyes
Every time I pleaded for the reason
He would rise from his chair
Son, I have to
That’s my part in this play
And there were times
I’ve asked to leave
I saw how sorrow wrinkled his forehead
Go if you please
I’ll be here when we break
Had he ever called my name
I’d climb back these walls
To near him
To hold his hand
Meet Me By Dawn
A new morning’s light
Is climbing on my bed
A cold sleepless night
Has reached its end
Ten more cigarettes
Through the next long hour
And a dry Jin glass
To put out my fire
So many mistakes
To many wrong moves
Only wanted to understand
Was tired of being confused
Asked all the questions
I could think about
Gave all the answers
Babe I left no doubt
See my power I rule it so well
Have I reached heaven or is it hell
My eyes are dripping slowly
Sharp pain through my head
Frozen sweat is covering my body
Watch my fantasy fade
Days are falling numbered
And I’m acing my existence
Yesterday has never ended
Keep caring me restless
The scream of facts
Terrifies my thoughts
Feeling lonely and scared
Surrounded by old known walls
See the red spots on my pillow
Familiar faces in the shadow
The piano is playing gently
Sad music to my ears
I get closer till I feel you with me
And then you disappear
Tears are drying
And you can read it on my face
Everything equals nothing
And the rest even less
Notes and words up on my desk
Living evidence to my death
Meet me by dawn Angel
Against the sunrise
I’ll be there above the rainbow
Lost in empty dark sky
Story Teller: He who Arises in Might
Meet me by dawn angel says he
Not knowing who would that angel be
Yet that angel is not known to escape a chance
To prove his point and force his own sense
Our boy is crushed and the time was right
To rebuilt his soul and bring out the light
Shame and fault shall turn to glory
As He arises in might to claim his fury
TC3 (Dialog)
I was down on Earth many years ago
There you were in colors of black
Frustrated with pain and anxiety
Yet I saw the strength in your eyes
Held out my hands and I reached you
Gently placed you on top of my knees
With my own hands I have fed you
And my blood was your water to drink
Abandoned poor boy
Black curls down my eyes
To be held and be loved
This is all for I’ve asked
Sing me the song
Of that glorious tune
That was played years ago
When the sun hung above
Oh don’t give me that lecture of beauty
Child, I’ve been through it all
Must I fall for your devastations?
And demolish what ever is left
Give me your hand
Hold me tight
For I’m terrified
I’ll be your truly devoted dear son
I feel so lost in this land of horror
Sentenced for life in your hand
Boy I don’t understand why you’re filled with remorse
Bad conscience is not made for us
So remember what you’ve forgotten
And forget what you’ve memorized
Your mind work is forbidden
Your footsteps are furious and mad
With my fire you’ll see it all clearer
For I’ve made you with my flesh and soul
Yes my power runs in your blood
To the end we won’t be apart
Story Teller: Anger & Rage
Years went by and our boy is the weed
Every parent feared and every child cheered
Rains have come and the winds are gone
And our child is now almost fully grown
Misunderstood, misguided and mistreated
Coming short of everything he ever needed
Like a loose cannon, a tiger out of its cage
Now comes anger, now comes rage
Guilty as Hell
Just an alley cat street boy
That’s all I am
You’d better hide your children
Here I go again
You will come around
When the heat is at hand
I’ll be there to provide you
The missing spell
Hear me grieving
Hiding silent tears
I will never cry out no more
See me bleeding
Feast on my skills
Don’t you know I’ll hold out your door?
I come before you
As naked as the wind
Flexible like rain clouds
Persistent as the sea
Forever what you’ve wished for
Yet not what you’d expect
You never stopped to doubt me
Guilty as hell
Howling memories
Knocking at my door
The beast is out there for hunt
Distant yearnings
Of the life before
Robed childhood in the dark
Blame it on me
I’d care no more
Tomorrow I’ll be wearing black
With my head up against the Wall
Clear as crystal
Sharp as thin glass
I never meant to harm babe
My wish was to last
Inspired as a young spring
Thunders crown my head
I’m all you have desired
Never what you dared
But now I’m weary
I’ve got to get some sleep
Mother, won’t you make my bed?
I feel so lonely
I’m in too deep
Father, won’t you take my hand?
Blame it on me
I’d care no more
Tomorrow I’ll be wearing black
With my head up against the Wall
Pain and misery
My dear old friends
Come now and nurse me
Again, I’m in your hands
It takes ever more medicine
For me to pretend
That I’m not this son of bitch
They so love to hate
The Carriers Theme
We were just the two of us in the dawn of times
It’s hard to believe but we were one of a kind
A minute older yet quicker to move
He took the roll of goodness and left me all the blues
Heaven or Earth comes falling down
I’m to be left to clean the mess behind
The lesser king I am, although the potent one
They want me as I come
In five thousands years, alone in the Void
You turn self sufficient, ruthless and cold
Devoted to my task in this life and the next
The activating power to this comedy of rats
In Stefan Haim Achasver or the book of Job
Bulgakov in Moscow, and the Silmarills of John
I’m the doer, I’m the maker, and I’m the ultimate One
They need me as I come
Dearest boy sweetest child of mine
What has become of you?
Drown your sorrow in my eyes
There is nothing I can’t consume
All together now…
Come to me baby, sing my tune
In glamorous loneliness, and shining solitude
Don’t you know we’ll make it, we always do
Forever I’m here for you
Dearest boy sweetest child of mine
What has become of you?
Drown your sorrow in my eyes
There is nothing I can’t consume
Story Teller: True Love
There are many things worth dying for
Yet much is the gain in living, more
Than anything in the world he would lust
Is to win her heart, to earn her trust
All things being equal, it is hard to let go
On a true love as found many years ago
Though she can’t make the journey to its full extent
Her love will follow him to his inevitable end
Wifey
From the first words he had said
And the very first flame
I have forged the crown
Yours to wear
Chained to your tears
And bandaged with my sorrow
You chose your steps
Towards me
White horse and beard
Some may say I’ve tried too hard
They took you once
Yet they came for you again
Had your eyes fast tied
Lips were sealed
Left me sitting here
On the stairs down to earth
I’m the trembling light
At the rim of your dress
Nine fingers one ring
All my ships are sunk and gone
Come now take me
Home to the place I have longed for
I….y, it’s the flood of your beauty
I….y, I could never foretell
I was never prepared
Never could bare
I’ll be yours to spare
Like them bras you never wear
See how you’ll be mine girl
You’ll be mine girl, you’ll be mine
Don’t go buy
Your body from the night
I’ve undercut the deal
Prices are low
For I am darker
And I am cheap
And so my dear
Are you
Steel, glass, black gold
On I must go
Bare foot at storm
Bury my soul with your photos
Oh my love
Take that madness away from me
For it’s tearing my heart
And it’s all I could ever be
I… it’s the flood of your beauty
I… I could never foretell
I was never prepared
Never could bear
Pour me of that drink
And I will take you on my trip
Gay we’ll march on and we’ll deep in
Steams of whisky tips of death
Oh pour me so much more
And gather on my floor
And I will dance you to the end
Of your hunger and my draught
Story Teller: One dream
Choices were made and all ransom was paid
Yet one dream is still reluctant to fade
It should have been different, it still could be changed
The pure and the evil are the known and the strange
TC8 (The Dance)
Had he ever called my name
I’d climb back these walls
To near him
To hold his hand
And as for you
My dears on Earth
Your love is shimmering over burning oil
You held the innocent
Beautiful part of my life
Thousand shapeless fragments of my heart babe
Are now dust at your feet!
Don’t stone me
Don’t rock my grave
My lies make the truth no one can accept
My game is the reality no one can face
I, his adopted son
Guarded by the powers of evil
Make way to the everlasting beauty
For all these flowers
Growing to light on my yard
Here’s all my loving
In the name of the best part of me