We Are The Music Makers

Burgundy Years

Dark the days that bekon me throughout the Northland country But there was hope once in my heart when minstreals sang sweet their song From the cup you made me drink the potions of uncertainty My love never did perish I've kept the memories inside CHORUS Burgundy Years I remember everything Burgundy Years Death tolls ever dark its cheers Blood it lingers still yet stirring where goodwill was once endearing I've become the caretaker duitifully a saint forlorn Marriage to the brotherhood by oaths sworn in magicians wood The martyr of my Christian name slain by the scarlet crusades Shall the words of misfits spoken be treated as jester's tokens There is but a glimmer full of the dim light you have cast In time all heroes depart There was hope once in my heart

Old Castle Madrigal

Fairest and majestic kind draped in royalty and prose Mountains born from youthful forest Cauldrons bore legends CHORUS Holy and sacred are these Old scrolls and pages Of blood and offering Of our Lord All kings and kingdoms bow In due accordance The song of saints foretell Of all His goodness Enchantments from Old Castle Lore entwines the name sake of Every creature cast assuder Bearing the serpent Henceforth doth divinity purge the conjurer and role Songs of fancy root in hemlock Perfume of devils

The Harvestry Of Ghost

Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather Ghouls nor satyr partakes goblets and gold fount CHORUS Years have I longed for pleasant times From the harvestry of your heart Cursed am I to be nurtured by The hollow of ghosts haunting realm He who seeks shall find her Gifts more fine than silver Memory the crowning deed of torment Sifts it sickle with the roar of giants

Hansel (I Will Be Your Friend)

Hansel, I want to know everything to make you better All your fears and your doubts with me they'll be safe forever CHORUS Through the lonely years I will hold you I will, I will Through the emptiness you feel I will, I will I will be your friend Hansel, years and how you have changed but I will never From old school days to now I'm still here but you're still not here *Dedicated to John Jones and the others who grew up and left

Christiendom On White Horses

Hitherto great lamentaions consume us Garland feigning on the crowns of gnomes peril Heralders don hooves in homage and brave tales Saints rue the black sacrament final and solemn CHORUS On White Horses Children of the first throne On White Horses Our king lives forevermore Banners garnish, spinsters bury looms and bugs Boughs and boons move old heroes toward angels The spirit sweentens much the taste of new seekers Fortitude has served the bridesmaids of hallmark Onward we go through the hills, through the snow Our Lord for us who could be against us

Pilgrimage (Lo, I Am With You Always)

The septer song harkens dominion to sew the champion The mantle of the sword bearer becomes the hummer harp of elation Foes from the northren nook and spirits from the fall Behold the ancient emperor has arms outstretched to all CHORUS Lo, I Am With You Always Lo, I Am With You Always Knighthood sword upon the anther lawns summon the prophets Woodland whimsy broods and buds Lands in fight the form of the fortress And with a sudden whisp the maiden keys unlock The writing of the book of revelations born Fables are notions

The 100 Knighthood

Hear the song of saints forsook by the dark rule Hear the oboes and heirlooms of the ages end in ruins, at last dominon CHORUS We come forth our Lord be with us We come forth in unison and grace Horsemen from the white mountains of the Shepherd Legions of angelic host And a banquet for the children, endure untill the end

May All Saints

For years doom grows in our bleak chambers yeilding not For centuries of old deem risen impale my soul CHORUS May All Saints sing of your name May the wicked be slain by you May All Saints sing of your name Blessings come in the day of our Lord My grievance pleads alone from maelstrom to burial Beguiled by slumberers grave sojourn rook and dirge dwarfs us For years doom grows in our bleak chambers For years doom grows in our bleak chambers . . . . .

The Road To Monarchy

Sadness sings through daunting hours The cloaks of yarn cover the marshes Hunting for roads in thorn to make our way to my first love The webs weave then end their forms Are we to die with no glimpse of you? CHORUS Our love carries us Down the Road to Monarchy Our doom wearies us Down the Road to Monarchy Songs of tragedy abound Merry days were once beloved by peasents for the sake of folly My hearts in reverie for days spent gathering springs of green And how often I would dream of dragons, love, honour and kings

I Beam, You Beam

Laser boy I'm called the one who makes and creates toys For imaginations to become what they were once Long before the hour glass was cast we were ageless Coloring the phantom ghost of time with our last breath CHORUS I Beam, You Beam I Beam, You Beam There's nowhere else for love to bury deep herself Or scorn the last parting sigh of stillborn saintly souls Arise my love Eager for the march through rainbow arch I proclaim much All the ancient fathers rest their heads in observed watch Wizards bring a dark curse to the land with wand in hand From a book of black words comes the name of a lamb slain