The Birth Of Tragedy

Dishonour plays a tune of pleasure
and pleasure takes its toll...
Into the grave
The birth of tragedy

Hate
And fear

We search for shining Palaces
Then build them on shifting sands
We bow down before our Nemesis
and cry tears to the frailty of man

And though it seems a great two edged sword
And confusion lies behind our words
The gleam of the blade beckons us still
Calling us on in search of the Grail