CarouselAround you spin.As your journey ends,it begins againand lights reflecton mirrored bendsa hopeful effecton every face in the crowd,every loner among friendswith their head bowed.Your golden glory,your whimsy lendsa grander storythan they have seen.There are no endsto one who simply begins again.
Cross 'em TightKeep your fingers crossed tightBehind your back, out of sightLies keep spilling from your lipsThe harder you try, the faster they slipThough the truth you long to tellIn your heart you know very wellHow quickly bonds would marIf they knew who you areInner doubts invade desireThe certainty of brimstone and fireA monster gets what he deservesThen, overcome by nerves,You hide behind a wall of liesAnd the monster you so despiseGrows stronger in your mindA word of warning in kindCross your fingers tightBehind your back, out of sight
Hail! We who are about to die salute you.Ave! Morituri te salutant.In our final hour on earth we singagainst the mighty militantand in our dying cries we bringour hopes and dreams with us.Though we may die amongst the sandsor in the evergreen forests,our blood will spread across the lands,our deaths shall make the call.To those who hear, we hail you.Come join us in our fall.Although, in numbers we may be few,our might cannot be doubted.We are the ones they dare to fearand, though they may have shouted"conform to us" in our ear,still we rise and still we diefor what we feel is right,knowing that somewhere our crycan be heard throughout the night.