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FATES WARNING LYRICS
"No Exit" (1988)
1. No Exit
2. Anarchy Divine
3. Silent Cries
4. In a Word
5. Shades of Heavenly Death
6. The Ivory Gate of Dreams
1. No Exit
Under brooding skys and watchful eyes
On convulsive seas of false urgency
We walk empty corridors in vain
2. Anarchy Divine
Enter, young man
Welcome
cast your dreams, I'll show you what to feel
Walk but keep the road I've paved
Know of nothing else
I, the one to guide your mind
I breed in stealth
I'm your master, soon you'll see
Shape your world what you'll be
Follow me
Or choose to bleed
Read my book, memorize
Disregard your mind
You may see only through my eyes.
Save me someone's come to change me
Mislead, delusions color real
Black and white, they'll never paint me
Never see until you feel
I will keep my own time
What's yours is really mine
I won't let you swallow me
your doctrines will not shine
Rebellion is your pestilence
I'll never be confined
Forever you shall yield to me
ANARCHY DIVINE!
Save me someone's come to change me
Mislead, delusions color real
Black and white, they'll never paint me
Never see until you feel.
3. Silent Cries
Born to an air of apathy
Indifference shapes a fragile mind.
Questions formed at an early age
beg answers unasked
Silent cries
Behind curious eyes resides
a child who cannot speak.
Silent cries
Years find a mind alone whose
questions flow too deep for words.
Covered in a shroud of silence
watching the world go by
Silent cries
Behind outcast eyes, hides
a child who cannot speak.
Silent cries
Time blindly races on
toward the autumn years
Seasons unheeded pass
while we all drown in tears.
Questions unanswered remain
alone they mourn a fragile mind
Silent cries
Behind lifeless eyes, lies
a child who cannot speak.
Silent cries
Silent cries
4. In a Word
We were born to brave cold weather
Stormy seas in search of treasure
Light you wield must blind another
Doomed to run forevermore.
How much more can I take?
And how much more, 'till I break?
Rain will pour again today
never-ending daze cascades
Torn inside is there a way
To be freed before I fade
How much longer can I hold?
I'll live no longer in this cold!
close your eyes, what do you see
Dreams in rhyme with reality
Or life to die in black scenery
Empty shells and what could be.
How much more can I take?
And how much more, 'till I break?
How much longer can I hold?
I'll live no longer in this cold!
In this cold!
I'll live no longer in this, this cold
oh!
In this cold!
5. Shades of Heavenly Death
By black we ride, or so they say
Our need for reason, there greed is paid
Powers rumble for spiritual sway
Paths are laid then leaders stray
It's right then left, witch way to turn
Follow me or forever burn
We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell
All wish away into empty wells
Fortunes found in holy halls
Redeem your every fault
When dogmas given are blindly held
And treasures given caught
Any wish can only last
Until the spell's descried
While subtle, wicked ways
Fracture weakened minds
Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells
Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well
Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls
Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls
Lines lead to dead ends where
Plays seen are never clear
And those who ride never fare
Crowned voids forever rule
In worlds lived and learned of fools
Conformity's the teachers' tool
6. The Ivory Gate of Dreams
I. INNOCENCE
(Instrumental)
II. COLD DAZE
The coldness of confusion
hangs in the morning air as
Brazen bells ring reality
To announce the conqueror dawn
Removed from nights fleeting trance
Plunged headlong into cold days
Where in a circle we wander
The barren wastes of our pasts.
III. DAYLIGHT DREAMERS
Daylight dreamers awaken on
Deserts of desperation
Lonely lives learn to live on
Islands of isolation.
Surrounded by violent oceans
of hate and hopeless sorrows
Daylight dreamers envision
tranquil seas in safe tomorrows.
Dreaming through the darkened day
Along tempest torn strands
Desperately grasping the grains
of hope that flit through our hands
As they fall we tighten our hold
While the waves claim the final few
taken without ceremony
They drift out of view.
Washed away with the tides of time
Slipped through our fingers as dreams do.
IV. Quietus
From sleeping visions
Daily were torn
In waking hours
Hopes our forlorn.
Is all we do and all we dream
doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?
Wishing life were made of lasting visions
in eternal sleep
And if that rest were filled with sorrow
still we'd sleep.
In the madness of a silent eternity
We'd find solace in
False visions that protect us
from reality.
Enter ivory gates through midnight skies
Daylight dreamers in private parades
Perform before perpetual dawn
As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.
Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
Invisible fortresses of escape
Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
Impervious to reality.
V. Ivory Tower
Behind sullen doors
Untouched within
Sale from summer storms
and winter winds
Relentless tempests
Can weaken walls
Towers falter when
reality calls.
Untouchable by all without
Lost in the silken web youth may weave
Tangled threads seem a stronghold
But illusions can deceive
A cold daze plagues the air
Driven by aging winds
The walls give way to the rush
and let reality.
VI. Whispers on the wind
Misty morning on windswept plain
Embers of a fortress all that remain.
The seeds of life that burned within
have flown like whispers on the wind.
From the sleepers world
I look toward darkening skys.
Through the violet haze of summer storms
The sun leaves tired eyes.
VII. Acquiescence
Betrayed by innocence
Deceived by delusions
Plagiarized promises
Pale into empty hopes.
Ivory towers bow down
In reverence to daylight
As dreamers awaken
In sleepers somber shade.
Ocean Waves shift leaving
only memories.
Final traces of hope
are swallowed in the deep.
Despair sends a certain calm
A vague sense of relief
released from all our longings
Silently we'll sleep.
Hope leads to quiet desperation
When reality obscures the dream
Makes the mind a grave of memories
That wander like the lonely breeze
Whose whispers echo through ruins rust
of towers torn and dreams turned to dust.
VIII. Retrospect
(Instrumental)
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