The Slope of Moros
Conspicuous
What is this?
A song that I have known
Did not touch a stranger's lips
Or left the street below
The bright belief
The window's loft
Or Breckenridge
The Captain's cough
Conjured by the witch's soft
Stranger words were muttered oft
Hell's delight
A sorrow might
Bring a sparrow to its plight
Or snuff a pure and precious light
To cry for more when out of sight
Gorgons and guardians
Hellhounds and hopes
Morose mysteries
Conjure the slopes
To Stop the Cold Embrace
I went to bed with lonely eyes
But would not keep them long
'Cause strange would be my dreams tonight
I pray for heaven's song
I strayed away again today
And on and on I went
To leave the forest on my way
The grace of heaven spent
And though I tried a little more
To stop the cold embrace
The forest knew I had no more
Silly Title
Strangers and dangers and cobbles and crones
Aliens make the stables their home
When the foul man has left here alone
Make sure you take what is left of his throne
I will not wait, you will be on your own
I will not promise you never to roam
I will not start anything that is prone
To open the rock and carry the stone
I will not give silly titles to you
I will not wish for you not to be blue
I will not want anymore to call home
The place that has haunted and left me alone
But cold is the hour
There's a sign on the wall
That says 'make sure you leave here standing up tall
'Make sure you heed when he beckons the call
'And never forget you are destined to fall.'
Cromwell the Hero!
Cromwell was once a hero.
I castles he fought, though death knew him not,
His father's had failed his spree.
In shadow was he, destined to be
No more than a grumpy old zero.
Until one fine day, his horse ran away
To a place where he thought he could hear
A chorus of birds, who loved to be heard
By brave men who once knew no fear.
For they knew all too well
This unfortunate spell
Was a gift from the goddess of Nero.
And only their song
Could undo the wrong...
Unfold the Great Cromwell,
The Hero!