That Coloring Book In the SkyThe lords of Asgard have their hallsWhere each keeps their favorite soulsFor Cat and Raven the battle-slainTheir numbers must divide in twainAll others follow their life's callingEvil to the corpse-shore fallingSailors to the Sea's embraceAnd wise ones to the Holy PlaceAnd at this journey's end shall ITake my life's sum to be judged byAnd go where artists do when they dieThat coloring book in the sky
The UnknownI stand at the mouth of a caveIn the light of dayEven squinting I see only blackness withinI don't dare to go inTo wander away from the lightTo feel my way blindly in this deep hollowI don't dare turn awayTurn my back to the slithering shadowsWith a million hungry eyes watching patientlyI heard a sound withinA low echo that might not have beenA sound, but the pounding of my heartMy eyes catch some tiny movementMy mind races, and my imaginationIs slowly bringing the monster to lifeI stand at the mouth of a caveWith only blackness before meI do not see a shadow approachingFrom behind
Guts n' BonesIntro (spoken): For my monster brothers and sisters out there, who spend all day and all night hunting in the deep, dark places...This is the secret to never going hungry again
I found a long and worn down roadAnd waited near it for my preyA traveler with a heavy loadCame trudging tiredly my wayI said, "Just let me relieve you ofthat gold that's been weighin' you down."He took one look at me, cried, "Gods above!"And fainting crumpled to the ground(Spoken) Well, if you insistHow could I not take advantage of this?Chorus: Guts n BonesThere's nothing to stop my belly's growling *GRUAAAAARGH!!!*Like that good old fashioned recipeMy mama passed down to meWhen you hear that scream *EEEEEEYAAA!!!*Feel your claws sink inYou know it's time for someDelicious, delicious guts and bones(Spoken) Well, now that's over with...I kept this tactic for a week or twoAnd pretty soon, I had a chestful of cash(Spoken) and a bellyful of travelersLuckily there was a place I knew(Spo
Fury Four shadows whisked through the trees, breaking twigs and causing rabbits to stir in their dreams. The smallest of them was lagging behind, and whined occasionally only to be hushed with a deadly glare from the others. She was naked and beaten; her mother who led them through the dark woods was weighed down by long skirts that caught on the brambles, but pushed forward ruthlessly, tearing at her garments and legs alike without slowing down. The two men sported crude loincloths and a crisscrossing of stripes on their backs and legs, some of them still bleeding. All bore the brand of a bull's head on their left shoulder: the mark of Skalzan slaves. Dogs howled where they had been, and they all shivered and moved faster. These dogs were not smart, but they were starved--the punishment for running away was death. If the runaway was caught before the real hunt was started, the other slaves would be lined up to watch as that unfortunate was thrown into the dogpen.