Savatage " Edge of Thorns" 1993 1. Edge Of Thorns 2. He Carves His Stone 3. Lights Out 4. Skraggy's Tomb 5. Labyrinths (Instrumental) 6. Follow Me 7. Exit Music (Instrumental) 8. Degrees Of Sanity 9. Conversation Piece 10. All That I Bleed 11. Damien 12. Miles Away 13. Sleep 14a. Forever After (bonus do japońskiego wydania) 15a. Shotgun Innocence (bonus do japońskiego wydania) 14b. Believe (acoustic version) (bonus do European Edel re-ralease) 14c. Forever After (bonus do European SPV re-release) 15c. Conversation Piece (live) (bonus do European SPV re-release) 1.Edge Of Thorns Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill An offering of reasons We put them all away A covering of treasons That one by one we let slip away A solitary dancer So lost upon her stage I have seen you on the edge of dawn Felt you there before you were born Balanced your dreams upon the edge of thorns But I don't think about you anymore A study made of winter Of summers long ago And dreams that use to glitter Safely now hidden under snow And so we end this chapter And let the stage lights fade I have seen you on the edge of dawn Felt you there before you were born Balanced your dreams upon the edge of thorns But I don't think about you anymore 2.He Carves His Stone Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill Among the images of dear departed Here with memories so closely guarded There's an old man standing all alone As he waits among the unforgiven Here among the souls no longer living Lost in chains of sin still unatoned He carves his stone Well a man's got to do what a man must do But I'll never give my soul to you No fallen angel's prophecy Will ever take hold of the man you see So here I stand all alone With chisel in hand I work my stone And leave a message for all to see I've lived a life of insanity And carve that stone And on that final night You know I dream of you And in a flash of light I carved that stone right through Yeah I carved that stone right through 3.Lights Out Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill Squirmin' like a live wire Vaporizing red line Gonna take her down Yeah I'm really gonna make her motor run, oh yeah No brakes can't stop In a ditch to the top Just another junkie Looking for a rush Lights out Runnin' with the devil Shouldn't gamble with your soul Lights out Never on the level And you know you got to roll, you're gonna roll Look (yeah look) Yeah she really makes your blood cook Got you in a corner Where you're doing things you never have done, oh no You (yeah you) Yeah she's got you like a big fool Keeps you in a collar Till it's time to watch you run Lights out Runnin' with the devil Shouldn't gamble with your soul, yeah Lights out Never on the level And you know you're gonna roll You know you're gonna roll 4.Skraggy's Tomb Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill Summer was the season When he took a ride Women were the reason And they say whiskey was the slide Living on the action Till it took him down Crawled into his bottle Oh...and let us watch him drown In Skraggy's tomb Yeah Skraggy's tomb Sometimes in the evening Before the moon goes down Before the dark is leaving I could swear Swear I see him Hanging round So I watch the shadows And I stop and think And wade into the shallows And I have another drink From Skraggy's tomb Welcome to He was a loaded man going down Always out there screaming at the moon And every night he'd load another round From Skraggy's tomb There are certain things we can't explain We all have our attractions But then that boy he was insane Skraggy made his life Made his life a crime of passion Talkin' bout Skraggy's tomb Yeah From Skraggy's tomb 5.Labyrinths Instrumental 6.Follow Me Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill I really want to know What you had in store I couldn't really tell Perhaps it's just as well I came here with a dream And I just had to see If my dream would soar I knocked on every door His whole life was written Written there inside The new weekly bible His modern T.V. Guide Every night he stares back at the screen, yeah A man only sees want he wants to see When he's in his mind Where he is that he wants to be Living in a world where he's safe from reality Won't you take a chance on this night And follow me Won't you follow me (repeat) Don't need no super heros Don't need no movie stars Don't need no politicians In big black shiny cars Don't need no preacher Whose church is my T.V. A man only sees what he wants to see When he's in his mind Where he is what he wants to be Living in a world where he's safe from reality Won't you take a chance on this night child And follow me Won't you follow me (repeat) Once was a broken hero The kind that we all know The kind that hides inside us For we never show The kind we say that could never be me His whole life was written Written there inside The new weekly bible His modern T.V. Guide Stare back at the screen, yeah yeah A man only sees want he wants to see 7.Exit Music Instrumental 8.Degrees Of Sanity Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill And so I sit here in the dark You made the rules I played the part I never rushed or pushed my fate When time was tight I knew to wait And circumstance So well disguised Within a gathering of lies And in the dark I lie awake So I can watch you drive your stake What's that you said to me The moment dies Degrees of sanity All alone Lost unknown And whispered in our sighs And in the dark it all unwinds I pray for change The kiss of time And in my thoughts I sit and dwell The labyrinth's there I know it well What's that you said to me The moment dies Degrees of sanity All alone Lost unknown And whispered in our sighs And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words But time was lost The curtain fell I take my bows and wish you well What's that you said to me The moment dies Degrees of sanity All alone Lost unknown And whispered in our sighs 9.Conversation Piece Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill I haven't thought about you for awhile It seemed so far away I keep your picture hidden in a file Of favorite one act plays Like pieces of myself Cut off in desperation As offerings to thee I keep them on a shelf They're good for conversation Over a cup of tea, yeah, cup of tea I put it all down in a letter once A letter I don't send It made me feel much better at the time I thought it'd help me mend The pieces of myself Cut off in desperation As offerings to thee, yeah I keep them on a shelf They're good for conversation Over a cup of tea, yeah, cup of tea 10.All That I Bleed Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill Someone Got themselves a letter In the mail the other day It's already worn and tattered And I guess It gives away All the things we keep inside All the things that really matter The face puts on it's best disguise And all is well Until the heart Betrays She knows As she reads her letter That things were bound to stray Winds blow She pulls her coat tighter And the letter flies away With all the things she keeps inside All the things that really matter The face puts on it's best disguise And all is well Until the heart betrays Lord bring on the night Wrap it all around me Let it hold me tight Soak up all that I bleed Lord bring on the night Wrap it all around me Let it hold me tight Soak up all that I bleed And I'll fly away Yeah I'll fly away Yeah I'll fly away Watch me Lord bring on the night Wrap it all around me Let it hold me tight Soak up all that I bleed, yeah yeah I bleed 11. Damien Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill In this city of raw emotion What's this message you bring to me In my world of blind devotion You were there But I could never see Damien Is your heart harder What's inside your head Is the dark your father Have all your years been bled From my world I have watched and wondered Safely here behind these walls And your tears could they mean nothing If from this distance No one sees them fall Damien Is your heart harder What's inside your head Is the dark your father Have all your years are bled Sometimes late at night When I'm there in bed I lie there wondering Where do you lay your head And do you say your prayers anymore? And do you say your prayers? Damien Is your heart harder Do you still feel pain Does the night go farther When you're sleeping in the rain In the dark I have heard a calling Broken wings that beg to fly Is there time or is it too late Is the cut flower no longer alive Damien Is your heart harder Do you still feel pain Does the night go farther When you're sleeping in the rain Damien, Damien, yeah yeah Damien, oh, Damien 12.Miles Away Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill And a cool, cool rain comes down On a world burned by the sun And the moon arises like a child And the moment is undone And the stars never say what they see As the moon flirts with shadows it makes Through the fallen trees Some would wait for the morning light But I fall asleep 'til I'm safe In the arms of night Yeah Let the darkness roll in Let it wipe the light away In the distance Always calling Morpheus he beckons play Still the morning is preordained But I believe light is the source of all our pain It reveals the smallest sin But dark covers all and will always take you Armed and gunning I'll be running Always just before the day In the distance Day is dawning But I'm already miles away, miles away In the night there's wonder Always there for you to see In the light of morning Visions fade And dreams can flee With the darkness the night forgives Covers our scars and lets The lost souls live And the morning's a distant fear But if we move fast they'll never find us Armed and gunning I'll be running Through a world that's in decay Let them thunder, stare and wonder Cause I'm already miles away, miles away, yeah Oooh miles away I've been running Armed and gunning Always just before the day In the distance Day is dawning But I'm already miles away Miles away yeah yeah yeah yeah Miles miles away Miles away yeah Miles miles away, oooh yeah Away, away, away And the rain comes down 13.Sleep Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill Hey there you Way out there in the distance Can you hear me Are you there I know it's late So please forgive my persistence But I'm hanging Do you care So lay back Call off the attack Cause if you look deep Dreams are nothing that I lack And all I seek A final chance to speak And I would let the whole thing keep If I could just sleep Hey there you Way out there could you show me Just a signal Or a sign That after all All these years that you've known me And I'm not just killing time So lay back Call off the attack Cause if you look deep Dreams are nothing that I lack And all I seek A final chance to speak But I would let the whole thing keep If I could just sleep As I lay there late at night Building castles in the air Out of alibis and all those little lies And then I look inside And pray that I don't care I don't care I don't care Hey there you way out there in the distance 14a.Forever After Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill You watch the news on your color tv Are you immune to what you see Death and destruction Till it numbs your mind To the rise and fall of all mankind Hey you What ya gonna do When it's your world they're selling out But, you got your plot Smokin' your pot Till the trees are all dead You never knew, hadn't a clue You can't hide your head, head In your hands Nobody's safe Forever after Let's kill the leaders Make it end But then we realize We are them We buy the plastics Burn the fuels We make the choice We are the rules Hey you What ya gonna do When it's your world they're selling out But, you got your plot Smokin' your pot Till the trees are all dead You never knew, hadn't a clue You can't hide your head, head in your hands No one's safe Forever after Hey you What ya gonna do When it's your world they're selling out But, you got your plot Smokin' your pot Till the trees are all dead You never knew, hadn't a clue You can't hide your head, head in your hands Nobody's safe Forever after Forever after Forever after Forever after 15a.Shotgun Innocence Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill She's got shotgun innocence In her eyes so intense Never sure of her intent She's a Paris pretty child Even got a wink that's styled Keeps it all behind a smile Look into those worldly eyes And you've got to wonder what she's done No use thinking you can win her Cause this child's already won And it's time that you stand up Show's on Here's why you paid Hold tight Net's gone So welcome to the stage And it's too late to be saved She don't need designer dress Has them all though I would guess Got the wardrobe of the blessed Cover of a magazine Movie star, beauty queen All wrapped up and razor clean Locking up with paradise Is really so much harder than it seems See her as a revelation Much more safely visited in dreams And it's time that you stand up Show's on Here's why you paid Hold tight Net's gone So welcome to the stage And it's too late to be saved So you find you're dreaming about her But it's such a little vice And if you think you've got a chance, boy Well it's time to roll the dice Stand up Show's on Here's why you paid Hold tight Net's gone So welcome to the stage Stand up Show's on Here's why you paid, yeah Hold tight, yeah Net's gone 14b.Believe Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill So after all these one night stands You've ended up with heart in hand A child alone On your own Retreating Regretful for the things you're not And all dreams you haven't got Without a home A heart of stone Lies bleeding And for all the roads you followed And for all you did not find And for all the things you had to leave behind I am the way I am the light I am the dark inside the night I hear your hopes I feel your dreams And in the dark I hear your screams Don't turn away Just take my hand And when you make your final stand I'll be right there I'll never leave All I ask of you Believe Your childhood eyes were so intense While bartering your innocence For bits of string Grown-up wings You needed But when you had to add them up You found that they were not enough To get you in Pay for sins repeated And for all the years you borrowed And for all the tears you cried And for all the fears you had to keep inside I am the way I am the light I am the dark inside the night I hear your hopes I feel your dreams And in the dark I hear your screams Don't turn away Just take my hand And when you make your final stand I'll be right there I'll never leave And all I ask of you is Believe So welcome to the stage And it's too late to be saved Before it's too late Shotgun innocence Innocence 14c.Forever After Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill You watch the news on your color tv Are you immune to what you see Death and destruction Till it numbs your mind To the rise and fall of all mankind Hey you What ya gonna do When it's your world they're selling out But, you got your plot Smokin' your pot Till the trees are all dead You never knew, hadn't a clue You can't hide your head, head In your hands Nobody's safe Forever after Let's kill the leaders Make it end But then we realize We are them We buy the plastics Burn the fuels We make the choice We are the rules Hey you What ya gonna do When it's your world they're selling out But, you got your plot Smokin' your pot Till the trees are all dead You never knew, hadn't a clue You can't hide your head, head in your hands No one's safe Forever after Hey you What ya gonna do When it's your world they're selling out But, you got your plot Smokin' your pot Till the trees are all dead You never knew, hadn't a clue You can't hide your head, head in your hands Nobody's safe Forever after Forever after Forever after Forever after 15c.Conversation Piece Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill I haven't thought about you for awhile It seemed so far away I keep your picture hidden in a file Of favorite one act plays Like pieces of myself Cut off in desperation As offerings to thee I keep them on a shelf They're good for conversation Over a cup of tea, yeah, cup of tea I put it all down in a letter once A letter I don't send It made me feel much better at the time I thought it'd help me mend The pieces of myself Cut off in desperation As offerings to thee, yeah I keep them on a shelf They're good for conversation Over a cup of tea, yeah, cup of tea przesłane przez: Guciomir