And then you dream Of a world with only windows Inside you, you can hide you You know
And then the night You're just another empty shadow No questions, no answers No one to scream at you
Turn around and when you face the sun We can make you be like everyone you know Hey, you, you're just master of the moon
And then the eyes If you look at them they'll blind you Who are you? What are you? Why do you scream at me?
Turn around and when you face the sun We can make you be like everyone you know Hey, you, you're just master of the moon
We can shake you, make you over We just need some time To shed some light upon your darkness We need your mind
And then you dream again In a world that only you know Inside you, you can hide you No one to scream at you
Turn around and when you face the sun We can make you be like everyone you know Oh turn away and never face the sun You'll never make me be like you I'm master of the moon
Fingers scratching blackboards make cowards of the brave A natural reaction from the cradle to the grave Rats and bats and spiders and little things that crawl Never made me tremble, I'm not bothered, not at all
Then I saw you Something new inside of me But what's this shaking? You made me shiver, shiver
Cemetery midnights, walking on the dead Never seemed to matter, it's all inside your head Names are only letters mentioned on a stone And if you're going somewhere you're going it alone
Then I saw you Something new inside of me Felt this shaking You gave me shivers
Magic charms and voodoo and all those other spells Never made impressions and I never slept so well If I had a nightmare, I'm sure that I would know I really don't remember, but I'm sure it isn't so
Then I saw you Something new inside of me What's this shaking?
Turn out the light it won't matter A bucket of blood, I'm still fine A black cat's only a colour But you can do it every time time time time time... time time time time.
Bless me, father, I must go away To save us from the one's who don't believe Confess me, father, I have sinned But maybe angels really sing Fot the man who would be king
We laugh at your religion You people of the sand We have no superstition You can read it in our hands
Forgive me, father, for the change we bring But it's all for the man who would be king
Don't leave a body standing Not the holy, not the small Deliver us from evil If it's yours we want it all
Lately, father, I've been wondering Is the devil just the man who would be king
How can right be ever wrong? We are glory, we are stronger than you
We never got an answer It's just too late to ask The bloody flag was waving Our hearts just ran too fast
Curse me, father, for the chains we bring And don't believe the man who would be king
We never got an answer The question slipped my mind I've been so busy killing I haven't found the time
Oh no, they're at it again, looking inside my secrets Coming through cracks before I mend the wall Get out 'cause you're breaking the law, how did you ever find me? Places where I can hide can't get much smaller
I have invisible dreams where no one can touch me Maybe I'll find a way to disappear
No one moves and no one dies Just the eyes
I've run as fast as I can thinking they'll never catch me What a waste of breath, a waste of time Feel like digging a hole, going in even deeper Maybe they just can't see what just can't shine
I'll be lost so no goodbyes If no one moves then nothing dies Just the eyes
Oh no, they've done it again, sending out the detectives Searching for signs of life and that means me In my invisible dreams when no one is watching I'd make the whole world blind and I'd be free
I'll be lost so no replies If no one looks then no one dies Just the eyes Those eyes
Magic numbers, even sacrifice I can't find a way 'cause nothing stops the eyes
I think I'm through with just pretending Knocking at a door, that I've been through before Congratulations, at last you've seen my light Now it's you against the night
I think I'm never coming after, after all
Now I've become the cat Who always lets you know that
I am, I am stronger than the wind I am, I am sin I am, I am stronger without you I am
For all the words gone unspoken Silence isn't gold, or the story's never told Investigation, at last I've found my light And we shine
So now I'm like the cat Who always tells you this that
I am, I am stronger than the wind I am, I am sin I am, I am better without you I am
I think I'm way outside illusion Breaking down the door, that locked me in before Congratulations, now that you've see my light After all
And when I become the cat I'll always let you know that
I am, I am stronger than the wind I am, I am sin I am, I am stronger without you I am
I am, I am brighter than the sun I am, I am everyone I am, I am better without you I am
I am, I am stronger than before I am, I am more I am, I am ready to go on I am
One night when the stars were right For the gypsy queen And she found she could drog you down To a place that's in between it all She's a madman with a delicate hand And evil eyes And I've heard she'll only say a word But that's enough to satisfy
Don't ask why Don't even think about it Brave men die But what a way to go
She's not above Death by love
One spell from the wishing well And you're nevermore A bad start for the sacred heart 'Cause the end has come before the beginning Knee deep in the darkest sleep But the eyes see all So high you could break the sky And never feel the fall to come
Strong men die But what a way to go
She's not above Death by love
Don't ask why Don't even think about it Brave men die But what a way to go
You've got symptoms of Death by love She's not above Death by love
Don't ask why Don't even guess about it All men die But this is death by love
Help me, save me I've just crossed the line where reason might betray me Wake me, oh shake me Send a message to my brain before they take me
How can I get through to you That wishes just come true In dreams
Oh don't go, no, don't dare 'Cause the journey drives you mad before you get there Help me, oh save me I'll be glad to give you back the hand you gave me
How I can get through to you That wishes do come true In dreams In your dreams
If I'm a river then you're the sea Somewhere you'll find me alone and swimming here in the ecstasy If I am silence you must be scream But I can't hear you, I'm in a place that you've just never seen before
No, don't go, you'll never save me I've just slapped away that helping hand you gave me Don't wake me, no, don't you shake me Here's a message from my brain, you'll never take me
How can I get through to you That wishes do come true In dreams In my dreams
Aliens: We have examined the manuscript. The information is complete, but does not conform to logical patterns. Flesh cannot be mutated into stone and remorphed back to the body once again. Continue the investigation with special attention given to one word. Magica!
Lately when my demons drag the night across my eyes I just can't seem to fight it anymore Yield unto temptation and be ruler of the world But it seems that I have heard that song before
And the voices begin to sing - Come home
I have seen some evil as I've walked upon the earth But this is way beyond what eyes can see Wicked is as wicked does and if I lose control Is this the way that hell is gonna be
Have I fallen too far to rise Been burning too long in the fire Then it all falls down - Tearing the night away
It must be - Fever dreams Fever dreams Fever dreams
Now before my demons roll the night across my eyes I tremble as I wait perhaps to sin Yield unto temptation and be ruler of the world And all I do is let the beast come in
Have I fallen too far to rise I've been standing too long in the fire Let it all fall down Tearing the night away
It must be - Fever dreams From the outside - Fever dreams Oh, fever dreams Fever dreams Ooh-ooh
Welcome to sun down, welcome to the dark Could it be that evil has heroes
Bring everybody down - Celebration Passing of the light Giving up your spirit to the night
You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Just for ever You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone
Here comes a fire We'll burn it to the ground Inside the page lies the power
We've turned it all around - Celebration Words have control To take away your heart and then your soul
You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Just for ever You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone
Oh pray for a miracle But the wishes in the well have all gone dry
There's no way for a miracle It's not the way you live, it's how you'll die
Welcome to sun down - Welcome to the dark Could it be that the evil has heroes
We've turned it all around - Celebration Words have control To take away your heart and then your soul
You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone Just for ever You'll turn to stone You'll turn to stone - Turn to stone
Concerning the inhabitants of Otherworld. There are many similarities to be found, parallel to our own society. The individual must be absorbed. The collective must be as one. Feed my head!
I've never been here before But I'm coming back tomorrow For the real pain, a cold rain again Nice day for a crucifixion Heard a new prediction That we can all be saved, so I'll have
One more for the road, play it again One more for the road
Never heard this before That a child can tell who's evil But it's a good thing if we sing along Cold day, we can make a fire Burn another liar Can witches ever die, hey, let's burn
One more for the road, give me the same again One more for the road
Well I've never been here before And the room is really empty But there's a big line waiting for the show Nice day for an execution Another wrong conclusion But someone's got to pay, so let's burn
One more for the road, play it again One more for the road
There's a child who just sees evil And a man who just loves pain But I've heard that we can't save them So give me the same again There's a cross that you can't carry 'Cause it's heavier than hell And if you should meet your maker Just pray that he won't yell
One more for the road One more for the road One more for the road, play it again
Now that my dreams have gone dead I see them burning in the fire Just like the words that I've said Ashes turned to ashes once again
Look for a sign in the air A light that dances in the sky Maybe you'll see it somewhere Oh, shining like a diamond Promising that hope will never die
I might know the answer Well, it's back there in my brain Someday soon I'll be rising again Higher than the sun
I have been father and son I cry for children of the night
Just because tears have begun Beware of quiet voices Thunder comes from silence - I am light
Oh, look for a sign, is it me No don't believe with only eyes Speak to the blind 'cause they see Truth is just a circle Spinning round until it meets the lies Then dies
From the first time we touched with our eyes Only magic could take away my heart I am always afraid for my heart So lay beside me now and tell me lies - sweet lies As long as it's not about love
Shall we sail off the edge of the world Fall forever and never look behind But I must keep my heart from my mind Lay beside me now and tell me lies As long as it's not about love
Oh the last time we touched with our eyes And the magic was stronger than the heart Oh, I can't run away with my heart So, lay beside me now and tell me lies As long as it's not about love
Shall we sail off the edge of the world Fall forever Take my heart away but no You can't say words about love Ooh
If the magic comes between us And we never meet again Take a part of me away Cause maybe it's all above love Love, ooh
It has been a thousand years since the once powerful planet of Blessing lost its life-giving two suns, and countless millennia since the days of the great magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an unexplained lone beacon far below the miles of frozen moisture, they unlocked a written history of Blessing from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story of Magica.
It was a time of celebration. The Book of Magica and the wizards who had used its spells so wisely for the good of the people were being honored in all the great cities of the world. There was however an exception. Where good thrives, evil survives and evil has plans for survival.
The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack and ultimate capture and destruction of Magica. The spells from the Book would be used to turn all of those unwilling to join Evilsyde into statues of stone and send their spirits to Otherworld, where they would eventually be assimilated into the energy needed to drive Evilsyde, and maintain its power without the necessity of the Book and its incantations forever.
Defenses were naturally relaxed during the festive preparations and although the battle was well-fought by both factions, the minions of the dark prevailed. Their assault was well-planned and executed to a fault. After overwhelming their initial opposition, they pushed on to the sacred ground upon which the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against the strength of Magica, the inability of the Wizards to gather themselves together in time, coupled with the perfect timing and determination of the attackers, spelled doom for the Book and its followers.
The leader of the insurrection was the high priest and executioner known as Shadowcast. His presence could make the naughtiest of children become obedient and inspire great fear among the adult population. This man, most vile, would now be ruler of all and answerable to none. His reign would plunge Blessing into eternal darkness and prepare the way for the coming of his master, Astoroth, the Grand Duke of Hell.
The capture of Magica did not, however, mean that Shadowcast had finally reached his goal. He must now find and conquer Blessing's Grand Wizard and legendary hero, Eriel. Eriel, who defeated Evilsyde time and again with his understanding and use of Magica's spells. He would be the last stumbling block of total domination.
Eriel had removed himself from the general population in anticipation of everlasting peace and now he devoted all of his energy to meditation and praise of his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure, riches and power raced through his sleeping mind. All these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast, hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant man and his own villainous forces. Eriel however had resisted these solicitations and was now warned of some impending danger. He managed to make his way to the sacred ground by cloaking his identity with simple spells, only to be discovered just before his attempt to rescue the Book of Magica, but not before he was able to memorize the most important of Magica's charms, The spell of Restoration.
The ceremony of thanksgiving was now directed toward the transmission of spirits to Otherworld. One by one the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble Eriel remained. The spectacle that followed was meant to degrade Eriel and raise the courage of the cowardly supplicants of Evilsyde, but true to his indominantable bearing, he promised to return and banish Evilsyde forever. Then he was gone.
The horrors of Otherworld are now revealed to the masses huddled together for some small measure of comfort. First the adults were separated from their children amid cries and pleas for help. Next the old ones were taken away and assigned to a place very near the assimilation site. They were guarded by monstrous, misshapen denizens of this shrouded netherland, who constantly harangued the inmates with promises of pain and extermination. Intermittent bursts of flame shot up from jagged cracks in the ground, threatening to consume anyone in its path. Shrieks of torment could be heard piercing the murky atmosphere, further unnerving the petrified captives. Only one seemed unaffected by all the inflicted fear and turmoil.
Eriel's strength and determination soon pacified the men and women with whom he was confined. When they all became more calm and subdued, he began to speak to them softly as an adult to his children. "Long ago you entrusted me to protect the Book of Magica and to be faithful to its special purpose. It must seem that I have failed you and condemned us all to oblivion, but fear not! This hell is only a test of your faith and resolve. The power of Magica did not vanish in fire. On the third day I will evoke the spell of Restoration. United we shall return to Blessing and, armed with the strength of Magica, we will be triumphant. Many will perish, but Magica and our souls cannot be restored until three days have passed. Take heart my friends. Victory awaits you."
Even magic has its limitations and as Eriel explained to his flock, the spell could not be activated until a waiting period of at least three days. One third of the souls of Blessing would be melded into the Evilsyde collective before Eriel could be effective with the words of Restoration.
The old ones were the first to go. Cries of encouragement and hope were shouted to the condemned as they trudged slowly to their fate. One by one they were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise. With each burst Eriel's heavy heart ached with guilt for his part in this slaughter of his charges. If only he had not become so complacent. He above all should never have let this tragedy transpire.
In the compound holding the young adults, an insurrection of sorts was occurring. A boy of seventeen years called Challis was urging an uprising among his captured companions. Futile though it was, it earned Challis a place in the cell adjoining Eriel's. His rantings and ravings were soon quelled by Eriel's quiet urging and the two settled into serious conversation. Eriel knew his time of assimilation was near and only hoped it would not be scheduled before the three day waiting period for Restoration was ended. Shadowcast wanted to personally oversee Eriel's termination but couldn't abandon his duties on Blessing until all was secure.Would there be enough time?
Eriel realized some of his own strong qualities in Challis and decided that this was an opportunity not to be lost. He instructed Challis to remove all anger from his mind and hate from his heart. Only the pure could receive and transmit this most important of spells. Convinced that this young man was ready, he joined with his spirit and gave him these words. "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna," Words that would resurrect the masses if delivered correctly and in time.
Over two days had passed before Shadowcast was ready for travel to Otherworld to deliver Eriel to his fate. His journey through Otherworld was marked by what could pass for cheers, if they weren't shouted from the mouths of utterly inhuman shapes and forms. Upon his arrival he instructed the guards to take him straight to Eriel. Once there he announced with great satisfaction that he would personally supervise Eriel's execution in a matter of hours. Nearby, Challis loudly voiced his objection to this treatment of his newly met hero and was rewarded by kicks and punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind wandered to his own younger days. He too had been restless and foolhardy, but in time had outgrown these traits and become the adored leader of Blessing. He wondered if Challis had yet experienced love. Eriel himself had turned his back on the beautiful and innocent Annica. She was his intended from birth, but he couldn't let love for this saintly child cloud his duties to Blessing and the Book.
One hour remained in the wait for Restoration. Eriel's hopes were soaring. Surely Shadowcast would fail once again. But as that thought surfaced, so did Evilsyde's dark leader. Eriel was led away with head held high, but as he passed Challis he gave just the slightest nod. A gesture that wasn't lost on the youth. Eriel was then taken to the assimilation chamber and strapped to the cross-like structure in the middle of the room. Seconds were all that stood in the way of resurrection or destruction. Shadowcast walked to Eriel, presumably to gloat one last time to his old nemesis. Eriel welcomed the time that would be wasted, but at the last moment Shadowcast seemed to reconsider and raised his arm in signal for the end to begin. The arm dropped and, with crackle and hiss, Eriel was no more. Shadowcast and his minions erupted with joy. Never again to be slaves. Now to be masters.
Challis heard the cheering and knew that Eriel had passed without time to summon the spell. Now only he could influence the future. He heard the rattling of armor and realized they were coming for him. Soon the guards appeared and dragged the struggling Challis from his confinement. One of his jailers struck him a mighty blow across the face and suddenly all his anger left him. He was sure of what he must do. Thunder starts from silence and he would be thunder.
Challis was taken to the chamber and secured to the cross. Shadowcast approached him and asked if he had any last thing to say before assimilation. Challis smiled and said he did. Then with an evil laugh, Shadowcast raised his arm and announced that his question was only a final killing joke. It was now or never. As the arm fell in signal, Challis shouted out the spell: "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna" and all hell actually broke loose. Challis and the good folk of Blessing were bathed in an incredible rush of light. Shadowcast and all his wicked throng writhed in agony in the darkness they were spawned from, as the fierce illumination sought them out and consumed each troll, ogre and gargoyle in a horrible melting frenzy. Shadowcast, hiding in the last black space to be found, watched the light creep irresistibly toward him. At the last moment he cloaked his body with his unpriestly robe and muttered what sounded like an oath as the light touched the cloth. The robe erupted into flame and then there was nothing. Surely Shadowcast was also consumed by fire! But that tale would not yet be told. Now as each remaining citizen of Blessing was transported instantly back to their home, they found themselves standing among thousands of recognizable stone statues. These monuments represented their fallen comrades and would ever be a lasting testament to the dangers of evil and the power of Magica.
Now came the time of mourning. Funeral pyres brightened the night sky for weeks and songs of sorrow could be heard across the land long after the flames had sputtered and died. When the prolonged periods of grieving had ended, the citizens and their council directed attention to the task of anointing a new leader and protector of the restored Book of Magica. The choice seemed a simple one. Challis had resurrected the populace and the Book, but many questioned his youth and inexperience.
The debate raged on as the time of choosing approached. The candidates were summoned to the sacred place. Eloquent speeches were made on behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. "Will anyone speak for the boy?" asked the council. The question was greeted by silence as the judges turned away to cast their votes. Then the quiet was broken. A handsome woman with golden hair, now flecked with traces of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This is the secret I have carried with me for all these years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true love, Eriel, our brief union produced the young man standing before you. Eriel was never to know that he had sired this free spirit, but he will live on through his son's achievements if you now find him worthy." So spoke Annica, mother of Challis.
The decision was now reached quickly. Annica's revelation left little doubt in the minds of the councillors that Challis should indeed succeed his father. Evilsyde had been defeated, Shadowcast was hopefully destroyed, Challis had been chosen to lead his people and, despite the huge number of casualties, the old way of life began again. But, evil does not easily die. Shadowcast did indeed survive and persist in his attempts to challenge and conquer Blessing. Great battles would be fought. Brave heroes would rise to the occasion and legends were created. There was, of course, the unforgettable War of the Darkpeace when Challis..... Ah! But that's another story!
