CHAEMERA

In the fires of melted stone
lies a heart of wicked bone
held taught by hands of fire
made strong by hate

She flies on daggered wings
across their scattered dreams
cradling a flame so bright
stolen from the darkest night

Across the marsh she calls her foes
Across the hills she gathers woes
Burned black in the Plinian wild

Storms thick with cries long gone
break upon the hopes of men
Never have a life be spared
from the wrath of the dead
Call your guards and set your sails
cast off now death won't fail
Fire smoke and ash reign on
In this heart, this heart of stone



THE DESERT

Shattered light beams burst out of your sigh
a million daydreams bleed out of your eyes
Green clouds with bands of yellow make the way deniably narrow
Fogged out your mind get tired
mangled tounges, it's all inside
Traced out monsters creep around your heart
whispered galleys float in and depart
time warps and wears away
stone castles tall and strong
leathered men hold and bar the gates
while the ancient ghosts feed on the dead
ten thousand garrsion
bear the load of kings
one tiny memory
bears promise of wings

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BURNISH THE BLADES

Challenges brought the danger
Bound to friends and to strangers

They will never break the bones that hold you
They will never take the bonds that male you

Through the passage we were narrow
The path of the chosen arrow

They will never break the bones that hold you
They will never take the bonds that make you



CENTURION

With the ghosts of fallen power
Still remains the centurion
To hold the post

After death to await
A perpetual fate

Hail Caesar
Hail Caesar

Disciplined and vigilant
Concentration tramples desire
To hold the post

Through the fever, through the freeze
Bring the demons to their knees

Hail Caesar, let him bleed ya'
Trade you soul for the empire
To hold the post

Oh god let him bleed ya'
Hail Caesar, Let him bleed ya'



ORCA

In an ocean of blood and bone
Men sharpen their swords and their spears
Great ships prevail on the breeze
Shadowed is the wolf of the sea

Sails flying, torn at the edge
Spear carefully, the orca will revenge
Sailors seek treasure they don't need

Crimson sea-foam, cresting the waves
Beneath the hull, the heart has been flayed
Gnashed is the flesh and soul of man

Weakness of the strong will rise
'Gainst the ancient blood red sky
Fierce dark shadows creep from below
Sheilding secrets we'll never know