Track one
The Minstrel Boy
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His fathers sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again
For he tore its' chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou s
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His fathers sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again
For he tore its' chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou s
Keeping Out Of Direct Sunlight (An Introduction)
We are the ones with the radiating eyes.
We are the ones who have a fire inside.
We are the ones only we can recognize.
We've been rejected (we've been rejected)- Suffered the ignorance,
suffered the selfishness,
been pushed so far down now comes our time to surface.
Turn from the light, that made them all go blind.
We've been protected (we've been protected)
ALL ARISE TO WHAT WE BRING,
OUTSTRETCHED HANDS,
UNFOLDED WINGS.
We've hurt ourselves,
and I feel the sting of broken hearts and burning wings...