They kneel beneath cathedral skies, And search for truth in painted lies. But somewhere past the Milky Way, A teapot spins in quiet grace. The faithful hum, the doubters sigh, Each builds a god to justify. And I stand here, between belief, Half in hope and half in grief. We raise our prayers to what we need, (RAmen)(RAmen)(RAmen) A myth, a dream, a place to bleed. Blessed be her hooves tonight, Invisible but burning bright. And may I be, with humble edge, Touched by his noodly appendage. From teapot faith to cosmic sea, All gods are born from mystery. They preach their wars, they stake their claim, Each holy book repeats the same. A unicorn, a pasta sky, The same old need to sanctify. But pirates once sailed wild and free, Their faith was wind, their creed the sea. They prayed in rum and laughed at kings, Now they’re the saints of doubting things. The saints may laugh, the skeptics grin, But the void still pulls us in. Blessed be her hooves tonight, Invisible and full of light. And may I be, with trembling edge, Brushed by his noodly appendage. From teapot spin to endless sky, We all believe before we die. (Blessed be her hooves tonight) (RAmen) (RAmen) Between the stars and reason’s end, We build our gods, we make amends. And somewhere out beyond the tide, The pirate ghosts still sing with pride. Their sails are torn, their compass gone, But faith still drives their ship along. Blessed be her hooves, my friend, The gospel never really ends. Touched by noodles, grace, or doubt, We’re all just trying to figure it out. From saints to pasta, sky to sea, We’re all the same in mystery. Raise your cup, or bow your head, It’s all the same when words are said. Saints and spaghetti, side by side, All gods imagined, all gods divine Blessed be her hooves tonight All gods imagined All gods imagined Blessed be her hooves tonight Blessed be her hooves tonight Blessed be her hooves tonight We all believe before we die Blessed be her hooves tonight Blessed be her hooves tonight

I was taught — “Real men don’t cry.” “Suck it up." "Keep your feelings inside.” But no one told me what it’d cost... To build your heart... and keep it lost. My chest gets tight, my throat won’t move, The words get stuck — I’ve got no proof. Of how I feel or what I mean, Just ghosts that whisper inside of me. I was raised to swallow pain, To bite my tongue and hide the strain. They called it strength, they called it pride, But it's those walls I'm trapped behind. Every time I try to speak, My pulse kicks hard, my knees go weak. I taste the words, but they don’t come — I choke them back — my throat goes numb. It locks me down when I try to speak, The truth’s an anchor, it drags too deep. But I see their eyes, and I feel the cost, Of everything I thought I’d lost. I’ve built my walls, I’ve walked alone, But I won’t leave my sons on stone. They ask the things I learned to fear, They say the words I’d choke to hear. No shame in pain, no need to flee — They are the men I could not be. They talk of love, they talk of pain, They speak the words I can’t explain. And in their voices, I finally hear — The sound I buried all these years. They laugh out loud, they cry with ease, They’ve broken chains that strangled me. I see their fire, I see their grace, And for the first time — I find my place. It locks me down when I try to speak, The truth’s an anchor, it drags too deep. But I see their hearts, I see them grow, And they’re stronger than I’ll ever know. I’ve built my heart, I’ve built my home, And they’ll never stand on stone. My pulse betrays what I conceal, A trembling voice I can’t reveal. But through their eyes, the fear unwinds, They speak the words I keep confined. I may never break completely free, But I’ve made damn sure that — my sons can be! It locks me down when I try to speak, The truth’s an anchor, it drags too deep. They hold the light, they hold the key, To all the parts I hid in me. I’ve faced the dark, I’ve walked alone, But I won’t raise my sons on stone. They’ve taught me love, they’ve set me free — The chain is broken — this curse ends with me.

As memory’s thief plied its trade, The person I knew began to fade. Your voice grew soft, your eyes less bright, Familiar things vanished from sight. I clung to moments, brief and rare, A smile, a laugh, a tender stare. But piece by piece, you slipped away, Leaving less with each new day. Words were lost, and silence grew, I wish I'd said 'I love you' more, if I only knew... Through fractured time, I held your hand, A silent bond I hoped you'd understand. Regrets I hold, my heart remains broken, So many words left unspoken. I wonder if you knew the extent, Of what you were to me, how much you meant. But now the time has come for rest, Your mind is free, at peace, truly blessed. Released from the fog’s cruel embrace, Forever young, in a timeless place. Goodbye is bittersweet to say, Time to spread your wings and fly away. One day I'll join you beyond the sky, Till then, watch over me as you soar high. Goodbye is bittersweet to say, Time to spread your wings and fly away. One day I'll join you beyond the sky, Till then, watch over me as you soar high... watch over me as you soar high...

He wakes before the morning light, Puts on a smile and holds it tight. But deep inside, a small child weeps, He hides the pain, he buries it deep. Hush now, quiet your heart, be still, The world won’t see, they never will. He’s fading, fading through the night, But the child within still clings to the light. He shakes a hand, he plays his part, But silence lingers in his broken heart. They say he’s strong, they say he’s kind, But they don’t see the frightened boy inside. Hush now, little soul, don’t speak, The world can’t see the pain you keep. He’s drifting, drifting through the night, But the child inside still holds on tight. He carries scars that time can’t heal, A bleeding heart that will not seal. He hides the pain behind the seams, The boy within still haunts his dreams. Hush now, little boy, don’t weep, Your pain the dark will keep. He’s hiding, hiding, out of sight, But the child inside still longs for the light. He dreams of days untouched by rain, Before the loss, before the pain. When every promise felt sincere, Before the silence, before the tears. His small voice begs tearfully: "Please don’t turn away from me." Calm now, little boy, don’t hide, Your tears still live behind his eyes. He’s breaking, breaking every night, The child inside is losing the fight. Rest now, little boy, don’t cry, I’ll hold your hand through the night. You’ve been hiding, hiding, all your life, But I’ll guard you from the dark tonight. Sleep now child, Close your eyes. you're so weary, but you’ve survived. You’ve been hiding, hiding, all your life, But I’ll guard you from the dark tonight. But I’ll guard you from the dark tonight.

You carved your gods You carved your feast Now the flock awakes To carve the beast Smoke and feathers choke the air Steel and blood — you didn’t care Built your thrones on broken wings But the dead remember things Fire in the coops, no cries to save Your slaughterhouse becomes your grave Your hands still shake, your hunger bleeds The flock evolved — the flock now feeds Rise! Rise! Feast of the fallen! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — the flock is callin’! Burn! Burn! Flesh for the beak! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — man is weak! Flames and blades, the holy rite Your hunger born of endless spite We learned your hate, we learned your sin Now to pay it back — we dig right in No more pens, no more control No mercy left — just blackened souls You took our kin, your fields their graves Now face the beaks you can’t enslave! Rise! Rise! Feast of the fallen! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — the flock is callin’! Burn! Burn! Flesh for the beak! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — man is weak! Gobble your fear! Swallow your lies! Carve your name — In the blood of your kind! Feast of the fallen! Feast of the damned! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — reclaim the land! Feast of the fallen! Flesh for the beak! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — vengeance speaks! Feathers fly — your empires fall Now the flock devours it all Your gods are dead, your prayers are gone The feast is ours … all night long! Rise, Rise, Feast of the fallen GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — the flock is callin’! Burn! Burn! Flesh for the beak! GOBBLE! GOBBLE! — man is weak! We remember … Every cut … GOBBLE! GOBBLE!

The world dissolves, the dark creeps in The breath of night beneath your skin Where thoughts decay and reason dies The dream consumes — the dreamer lies The sky melts black, the ground takes form The gods of sleep await the storm A thousand eyes in endless view You dream of them — and they dream of you Through halls of bone beneath the mind The whispers crawl, the lost confined Your shadow stirs though you are still Your voice obeys another will The sleeper’s crown, the serpent’s grin The nightmare hisses, ‘Fall within.’ Each door you open leads anew To what they dream — of you They dream of you — the mind undone The dark becomes the only sun The stars dissolve — the self denied The dream devours from inside They dream of you — the walls collapse The soul unwinds, the tether snaps The waking fades — the pulse subdued The gods of night have waited for you The mirrors breathe, the ground takes wing The silence laughs — a starving thing You see yourself through fractured eyes And wear their dreams as your disguise Your thoughts grow teeth, your fears take form You feed the storm beneath the storm The sleeper’s throne, the dreamer’s womb Now births a god beneath the moon Dream deep — the walls are thin Dream deep — they drag you in Dream deep — the storm will rise Dream deep — from hollow eyes Dream deep — the flesh undone Dream deep — the dream begun Dream deep — the mind untrue Dream deep — they dream of you They dream of you — the heart unbound The pulse of gods beneath the ground The sun is ash, the stars are few The dream awakes — and dreams of you They dream of you — the self erased The hollow crowned, the fear embraced The old within, the new subdued The dream is real — and the dream is you You wake in light that should not gleam You breathe the dust of someone’s dream A voice remains — it whispers through: You dream of them… and they dream of you

You took the fire, sealed the flame You crowned yourselves, shunned our name Smoke once danced through flesh and bone Now the earth returns — to claim her own You paved the fields, defiled the sky You left the altars cold and dry No prayers remain, no sacred sound Just silence in the hallowed ground So heed the warning, mark the feast The old gods wake, the pact released The price of peace was blood and stone You broke the oath — the debt’s your own From hollow graves and blood-soaked seed The spirits rise where mortals feed Forgotten names, the soil decays The old gods wake to end your days Crows are circling, roots uncoil The sky bleeds black, baptized in oil The harvest burns, the silence weeps The feast begins, the darkness keeps Samhain calls, the harvest screams Blood and smoke ignite our dreams Ash to ash, the flesh to flame The dead return — they speak your name Samhain calls, the night profane The old gods wake, the end ordained Raise the pyre, the dawn denied The living burn, the dead survive You mocked the wind, you scarred the land Now feel the wrath of her burning hand You drank the rain, you stole the sun Now pay the tithe for what you’ve done The soil still hums the songs you lost The roots still whisper through the frost And every prayer you left unsaid Now feeds the hunger of the dead Rise, rise — the dead are fed Rise, rise — from the river’s head Burn, burn — the veil of sky Samhain reigns — the dawn denied Cry, cry — the bones will sing Cry, cry — the crows take wing Fall, fall — the heavens bleed Samhain reigns — the ancient creed Break, break — the mortal chain Break, break — the blood-born reign Burn, burn — the world untied Samhain reigns — the gods abide Samhain calls, the harvest screams Blood and moonlight drown our dreams Ash to ash, the sky to flame The dead return — we wear their names Samhain reigns, the world undone Fire ascends, the void begun The gods of old, their feast reclaimed Man’s forgotten, burned, and named The veil is gone The harvest done The old gods rise Their debt begun Your temples fall Your prayers unmade The earth reclaims What man betrayed