[lyrics by Harry Conklin] When your love exists no more it's time to find another door Rekindling flames that have gone dim, let feelings spread on a
[Written by Briody & Conklin] Another nightmare, she prays her soul to keep Cold hand that touches her as she pretends to sleep Take this away Let it
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] I see and I know there's something awry They see and they know with laser eyes Digital dreams on digital screens creating
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Town clock echo splits the night, the witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand. Sound of heels
[Written by Broderick & Conklin] I feel for you, to stalk the night in which you live I feel your pain an emptiness I've known for ages Centuries rolling
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Your time has come the full moon's in the air Hear the cry of the jackal in the hills Scent of smoke fills your nostrils as
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] See the lights flashing bright above Electrify the night Sweat dripping lords of the metal kind Blow you out of sight Never
[Broderick / Conklin] [MacBeth] MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands My men and I will make short work of it Icy hand of death
[Written by Briody & Conklin] I once had a dream sailing through the sky Floating high above the earth below I open my eyes to see the truth Nothing
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Born out of flames descending upon the earth The master of games for what they are worth One with the darkness, one with
[Written by Briody & Conklin] Once long ago I believed in dreams, once long ago I relied on faith Dreams fade to dust and blow away Faith withers in
[lyrics by Bob Parduba] Cries in the night Shadows move through familiar doorways History replays Leading, repeating mistakes we made Vice in your
[Written by Broderick & Conklin] Cover my eyes from the filth and disgust Wash my soul clean of the self-centered lust Backward in time before the first
[lyrics by Bob Parduba] They sit in silence as we march into war There we will fight with our backs to the wall No end in sight cities one by one they
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Raised on leather, weaned on war A hell bent rebel overload The gleam of a spike, the stain of blood All the power contained
[Written by Briody & Conklin] On the battlefield we fight with all our might Valor and honor is our right The bloody battlefield where men and sons have
[Briody / Conklin] [Three Sisters] We three sisters, weird sisters indeed Plant in Mac Beth the tyrant's seed As it grows from thane to king Deceit and
[Broderick / Conklin] In my mind I see the terrible deeds we've done Convincing of the loved MacBeth to gain the crown All I wanted was to taste of royal