The Gentle Storm
EP • 2015
Cries from the grave resound in his ears They hail from beyond his darkest fears Faces of the past are etched in his brain The women he raped, the men he've slain Shades of the dead Are sliding on the wall Demons dance In the castle hall I call upon the sword, the mighty Excalibur Grant me the skill to fulfill my quest I call upon my king and the knights of the table round Grant me the courage to stand to this test I call upon the seer, Merlin the sorcerer Grant me the magic to end my pain I call upon the spirit that lives in a noble heart Grant me the passion that's within my veins Shades of the dead Are sliding on the wall Demons dance In the castle hall I call upon the sword, the mighty Excalibur Grant me the skill to fulfill my quest I call upon my king and the knights of the table round Grant me the courage to stand to this test I call upon the seer, Merlin the sorcerer Grant me the magic to end my pain I call upon the spirit that lives in a noble heart Grant me the passion that's within my veins Shades of the dead Are sliding on the wall Demons dance In the castle hall
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 16, 2025
I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh, I saw the photograph. He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure If he was from the House of Lords. I saw a film today, oh boy The English army had just won the war A crowd of people turned away But I just had to look Having read the book I'd love to turn you on. Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. I read the news today, oh boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall. I'd love to turn you on.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 16, 2025
No need to feel the pain No need to feel betrayed No need to feel inane No need to feel afraid Wake me up before I die, hold me close As I gaze upon to the sky, comatose No reason to survive, I suppose Wake us up before we die No need to feel desire But I need you with me No need to feel so small But I need to feel secure No need to feel the fire But I need to feel free No need to feel at all But I need to know for sure Wake me up before I die, hold me close As I gaze upon the sky, comatose No reason to survive, I suppose Wake us up before we die
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 16, 2025
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday And to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson? Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 16, 2025
Life, imagination Missing link in the chain We'll fuel your minds, color your thoughts Come to you in waking dreams Fire, inspiration Missing branch on the tree We are your roots, we are your blood Come to you in waking dreams Sail the stream as I dance upon the waves Of a waking dream as it passes you by Ride the beam as I rise upon the wings Of a waking dream as it fades in the sky Mind, transformation You were chosen Live the the dream that We have been dreaming Now is a time To come together And make it come true Oh me and you Sail the stream as I dance upon the waves Of a waking dream as it passes you by Ride the beam as I rise upon the wings Of a waking dream as it fades in the sky Sail the stream as I dance upon the waves Of a waking dream as it passes you by Ride the beam as I rise upon the wings Of a waking dream as it fades in the sky
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 16, 2025
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