David Shankle Group

An ebony heart, housed in a demon well-versed in his arts Sins á la carte, wielding terror no sane man conceives A righteous façade, defies social order for the sake of his god Hell's fusillade, his dementia has sired the grief Crusaders of peace Loc

In these days of confusion, in these nights of strife The past comes back to haunt you In this kingdom of madness, you fight for your life Tempestuous storms of déjà vu Silver and gold, souls bought and sold Curse of the Pharaoh Sky full of dreams, a

There she walks, touching your soul like holy fire Heaven knows, heartache to your ears, madness disappears She's kissing the flame of desire Yesterday's pain, illusions are on fire Lightning strikes when she walks by Ashes to ashes Lust to lust, dus

You involve us in actions that are not our concern Repeating the history—you just never learn No thought to the families, no thought to their fate Playing the war games against those you hate How dare you place the blame at the widow's peak? Faceless

Hidden beneath a fanciful sheath A mistress of mayhem and strife With the promise of heavenly bliss you'll forfeit your sight Sheltered below this sham curio Meticulous in its design There in your dream, a poisonous rose on the vine She's got a… Evil

I've seen your face before somewhere in my dreams Years and tears cannot erase I know the time is right, fate has intervened Lonely souls can now embrace Somehow I sense you still remember Somehow I feel that you still care Steeped in the mystery Sec

In the days of old Stars disappear, nights are growing cold Oh, heroes of our schemes Reaching out to someone, someone of their dreams When the lighting strikes When the children sigh When the magic dies Calling all heroes When the voice decays When

The path to unknown glory, the road to unknown fate The never-ending story, a prophet or a snake Being doomed from the start, transgression a la carte Theories state the sadness to the human mystery Temptation to the madness that plagues society Stra

A woman sits and cries for her loss Counting the tears, estimating the cost She's blaming herself for letting him go Instead of defending the rights of her home Now her grief cuts deep like a knife, A knife made of guilt, and the loss of a life A wom