Outside these walls
Dances The Plague
All victims fall
Within it's wake

Oh, Prince Prospero
All of your dreams
Fade with your last
Dying breath

Locked in your palace
Safe as it seems
But not from The Masque
Of Red Death

Masquerade Ball
Morbid the night
The Reaper calls
Grandfather chimes

The uninvited guest
Who mocks the masquerade
In guise of wretched death
A masque of red decay

He passes through the archways
Of all the palace rooms
The seventh dark and deadly
Where The Clock strikes midnight's doom

Casting his blade
The Prince attacks
Death show it's face
Behind The Masque

Graceful and silent
Valley of dreams
Marred by war's violence
And deathly screams

Machines of metal
Put to the test
Now no survival
In The Valley Of Unrest

Blood-bath of slaughter
Come to this place
The Devil's daughter
Now shows her face

To all the humans
Part of this quest
No light of wisdom
In The Valley Of Unrest

Smell of flesh burning
Death in the air
Phantoms are stirring
Mortals beware

Murder and torture
War at it's best
Life has no future
In The Valley Of Unrest

Among the crypts and gray tombstones
The Spirits did appear
Where life escaped but not the souls
Mortally bound in fear

Their voice is like a whisper
Appearance brief and fey
Visions of holy sinners
Not seen by light of day
Spirits Of The Dead

Holy Fire
Burning the brain
Crossed with desire
Reincarnate
They stood before, here
Now laid to rest
Trapped by their own fear
To make The Quest

Specters climbing through the mist
Where the mourners tread
Apparitions from the past
Eyes now orbs of red
They're Spirits Of The Dead

Born of The Fire
I have come
Unto The Fire
I shall return
Know well thy soul's path
Don't bar it's way
Hell has the last laugh
For those who stay

A fair and stately palace
Gone mad within itself
No life around the forest
Circling the monarch's realm

The curse of generations
Upon the Usher clan
Turned life to desolation
Laid waste to fruitful land

Haunted Palace

Sacrificial blood stains
The family born to fall
Never to break evil's chains
Brought forth by ancient call

Distortion of the senses
Damnation of the soul
The palace of the breathless
Where death's bell takes it's toll

Haunted Palace

Destruction of Foundations
Both of the mind and mass
Caused by incantations
Of family members past

Inner plane disturbance
Crumbling every wall
Tormented by existence
The Haunted Palace falls

Haunted Palace

Through the winds of time
A poet found The Key
To The Elder Rhyme
Some call the song mystic

With tales of gore
And terror in the night
His words, no more,
Have kept me mystified

An art revealed to no one
Some say insanity
A lesson from The Baron
Master of mystery
I'm mystified

Shadows of his thoughts
Bring horror to the mind
Legions of the lost
Brought forth by his design

Morbid tales unfold
That leave thee terrified
Poetry of old
To keep thee mystified

Macabre words of fear
Created in the night
Death always so near
Manifesting fright

In his work I've seen
A strange and mystic light
His life-long dream
Was to mystify

Decadence and suffering
Devils in the bell fry
Art of Black Arts
Summoned by his rhyme

Dark and evil madness
Induced by his passion
For mystification
Of the mind, mystify

Disciples of Hell
Mortus in flesh
Corpses that kill
Living off death

With this crimson
Sacrifice
All the dead
Shall live and rise
Up From The Crypt

Contorted limbs
Tis blood they crave
The Rite begins
Amongst the graves

With this human
Sacrifice
All the dead
Shall live and rise
Up From The Crypt

Demons Gate
Opened Wide
Nightmares Fate
Lives to die

Mortified
Flesh from Hell
Comes to life
For the kill

Red mist and gore
Cover the earth
Virgin flesh torn
Death given birth

With this infant
Sacrifice
All the dead
Shall live and rise
Up From The Crypt

Before the fire
We speak of lore
Of long lost tribes
And their wars

When Picts did thrive
On blood and gore
To stay alive
On this shore

A holy war
Born of The Well
To stop the horde
Come up from Hell

Vengeful for death
Inside the mind
The Quest
To burn away the night

A son of Crom
Before his life
An Aryan
From The Light

I shalt not run
From any fight
Death to Children
Of The Night

The Sons Of Aryan
Forgotten through the years
Born of The Ancient Ones
In The Forest of our fears

Cthulu still is here
The Horn calls to unite
Wotan casts his spear
Over The Children Of The Night

Sons Of The Flame
And Muspell's might
Stand strong in name
Of The Light

Know well The Wave
By count is Ninth
Returns The Staves
To the flight

Night sky turned into fire
Like Saxon funeral pyres
Melting away the ice
With heat from solar light

To William and his horde
This omen was The Word
Victorious he would be
Against all Saxony

Through solar winds
The comet lives
Bringer of war
Torch of The Gods
The Dragon Star

Throughout our destiny
This star has been the key
To wars both lost and won
And birth of Christendom

Too late we find the truth
That's lost within our youth
The way of Gods and men
Have strayed apart again

Alexander
Born of The Star
Mortal of God
Who cut the Gordian Knot

Bring back the faith
It's not too late
To turn the tides
From genocide

A message from The Gods
The Cycle carries on
Life passes to be born
In yet a higher form

This is the way of life
As day must turn to night
The Star shall fade away
As we must all one day

Through frost and fire
The Vikings came
Dealers of death
In Odin's name

Barbaric lust
Born of the soul
One way to crush
All of thy foes

Death By The Hammer

God Of Thunder
Thor be thy name
Son of Odin
Breaker of chains

Valkyries fly
The Hammer falls
On every plane
Ragnarok calls

Death By The Hammer

Valhalla's fires
Burn through the night
Einherjer
Storm to the fight

The funeral pyres
In Nifleheim
The Demon'?s lair
Ichor burns bright

Death By The Hammer