Crossing dark horizons
Taking leave of these turbulent shores
By quietus bestowed the key to this life's final door

Receive me now - in halls of starts
Enfold my soul - in your waiting arms

Follow now the heartsong, of the loved ones who lie just ahead
What death hath divided now, let it unite once again

Receive me now - in halls of starts
Enfold my soul - in your loving arms

Through divinity I dared
To raise up Hell's minions to me
For four years and twenty
As servents we lay at your feet
The price for such power
My soul hath I granted in blood
The stars move, the time runs, the clock strikes,
For Faustus we come

The wages of sin is death

My God look not so fierce upon me
Let me breathe awhile
Come not thou adders and serpents
That heaven reviles
Faustus what weepst thou?
Tis too late farewell!
Fools that will laugh upon earth
Surely must weep in Hell

The wages of sin is death

Rend him asunder
Beat him from one wall to the other
Leave no piece of his body whole
To perdition we carry his soul!

We pray for the soul of the cursed
For the soul of the damned we pray

Welcome to madness
Here inside of your mind where the soul never rests
A place where we relive the pain of regret
You feel you can reach it
If you just close your eyes you can touch all the scars
But as you get closer they grow ever far

One deep breath - cast your soul to the winds of your past
As you soar through your mind - bending time

I've often felt it
I could roll back the minutes and right every wrong
The ill that I've spoken the hurt that I've caused
To me it's tragic
when the good in my life somehow fades from my mind
While wounds of transgressions reope time after time

One deep breath - cast your soul to the winds of your past
As you soar through your mind - bending time

My blood's been thinned down too many times
It's wise to leave things be
Don't stir up old grief

Let sleeping dogs lie - tonight - or suffer

The mountain tends to call me back
Within it's stately borders
You've got a friend in oblivion
Don't be mistaken - these hills have eyes
They'll cut you down to size
Cut you right down to size
Let sleeping dogs lie

There is no escape from here
As funny as it is tragic
This place is magnetic

Let sleeping dogs lie - tonight - or suffer