Three Little Pigs Introduction (from ‘Three Little Pigs’, 2009) This little piggy went to market This little piggy stayed at home This little piggy, gonna hunt him down Wherever he may roam Death’s too good for you! Death’s too good for you! Death’s too good for you, but it’ll have to do.

Three Little Pigs Well, the first little piggy made his fortune out of spam Selling dodgy medicines, the perfect little scam But he didn’t know the price that he would pay The local mob persuaded him to send a cut their way Well, the second little piggy made his fortune out of theft Stealing gold and platinum, he didn’t leave much left But he didn’t know the price that he would pay The local mob persuaded him to send a cut their way Well, the third little piggy made his fortune out of smack Selling cheap enlightenment, for £30 a whack But he didn’t know what it would lead him to The first two piggies hired him, said “We’ve a job for you!” But they didn’t know their lives of crime would fail The big bad wolf arrested them, to throw them all in jail But he didn’t know the price that he would pay Each little piggy drew a gun and blew my dad away...

Daniel LaGrange (from ‘And Daryil Answered’, 2010) My name is Daniel and I spent my whole life hunting and destroying evil. That's what I do One day I saw that what I did was also evil From a different point of view Judge not, lest ye be judged Things are not as simple as could be Everything seems different now for me The realisation that my life had been spent poorly Left my thoughts all tangled, left me confused I sought a way to make amends And live my life more wisely - this I pursued. Things I'd done were never as they seem Everything before was like a dream I thought that I could find the truth But I all I found was twisted blasphemy The hymns of praise I thought I'd sung Were only songs of lies and larceny My name is Daniel and I spent my whole life hunting and destroying evil. But I was wrong Since then I've found a little evil helps bring balance To an over-righteous throng Even good is bad if took too far Neutral shades of grey is all we are

...And Daryil Answered (from ‘And Daryil Answered’, 2010) They say that in the caves of Izenkar, resides the “Fallen Star” A tome that legend says holds secrets of our race I'm one of few who knows the ancient tongue, And though I am yet young I journeyed forth to seek this long-forgotten place I am a child of Daryil – Clan of fear and mystery I am a child of Daryil and I seek my destiny I am a child of Daryil, and you can't take that from me I hope to learn the ancient mystery, of our past history Of how the 'Cubi came to roam our planet's face It must hold secrets of such use to me, like immortality That I'll transcend into a perfect state of grace Wings ruffling in the cool breeze, I approached a cavern that had been hollowed out as if into some sort of shrine. Ever-burning braziers lit the room and there, upon a pedestal suffused with light, was the tome of the Fallen Star. If only my clan leader could see me now! Lord Daryil.. I'd never met him, but they say he is as ancient and as wise as the hills, ruling his domain with a just, but firm hand. If the rumours of what this book contained were true, I might at last gain his respect. As my hand reached to take the book from its pedestal, I realised I was not alone. "And so, another incubus comes in search of the book of the Fallen Star! Surely you did not think you were the first! The book makes such tempting bait... it is almost too easy. I shall crush your body, torment your soul and take your head-wings as a trophy!" My sword cast aside in the struggle, I lay helpless, pinned in the Demon's cruel embrace. As the last of my strength ebbed, I looked into the very core of my being, and I uttered a prayer. I prayed that someone, anyone, Being, Creature or God... hear me now and bring salvation. ...And Daryil Answered.

Niall’s Story (from ‘More Songs About Demons’, 2011) There was a great war, for thousands of years It took my species to the brink of destruction It left us hated, they think we're all monsters They try to lynch us for the slightest infraction They say we number about 40'000 - If we were wildlife they'd try to preserve us Things are not hopeless, our numbers are rising But every execution makes me feel nervous What would I do to save another of my race? Why should I keep their laws when justice is defaced? Maybe I'm a dreamer, but my back's against the wall... I can't allow another head to fall. When I was younger, still only a child They tried to hang me as some “servant of darkness” My father saved me and since I was rescued I've turned my thoughts towards the plight of the helpless I've heard a rumour from some distant village, My spies have told me of a person in danger. They plan to kill him because he is different His crime was just to be a wandering stranger I saw them bind him with enchantments so he couldn't escape I saw them making up the evidence to charge him with rape They strapped him onto the platform, they raised the blade upon high And as the prosecutor lied I realised I couldn't leave him to die The crowd went silent as the prosecutor gazed at the skies Their victim's life began to flash before his watering eyes I saw them pulling the lever, that's when I set off the charge And as the guillotine exploded there were loads of angry people at large My name is Niall, I've made it my mission to save my people from unjust persecution I risk my own life, but I think it’s worth it if I can even stop just one execution

DemonHunter (from ‘More Songs About Demons’, 2011) In the blinking of an eye, as the daylight starts to die, Then the hunt begins once more They only seem to hunt at night, they never come in broad daylight To our village by the shore I've never lived a violent life, but with a sword and hunting knife I've taken up the fighter's trade I cannot just stand idly by as my friends and neighbours die I'll make those demons feel afraid Demonhunter, noble demonhunter, payback time What do you do when your prey becomes the hunter? Ever searching high and low, where even Angels fear to go I found a cave as dark as night And with no mercy in my mind - for I'm the scourge of demonkind I entered spoiling for a fight And as I crossed the threshold door, the demons pinned me to the floor But left the weapon at my side They took me to a dungeon wing, where demons formed a sparring ring To test my foolish mortal pride Why do you fight us, when you're my son? Demonhunter, former demonhunter, demon son Demonhunter, fallen demonhunter, I'm undone What do you do when you're the monster you've hunted? In the blinking of an eye, as the daylight starts to die, then the hunt begins anew With the wings upon my back, and my horns of shining black, I have to flee from all I knew Demonhunter, former demonhunter, child of lies Demonhunter, fallen demonhunter, Compromised What do you do when you're the monster you've hunted?

Baklawa Doom Part 3 (from ‘Baklawa Doom’, 2012) Let's cut to Nanchester, where the end of the world is nigh Reports are... a giant smiley face... Descending from the sky… The Face floated around, cruising over town And all who saw its Withering Smile fell dead I called the old man up and I asked him for a clue He said it was our hero's job to work out what to do I sighed and said to Bob we didn't have a plan Belatedly I wondered why I'd come to trust this crazy mad old man Bob was the only man that the Face could do no harm Its smile just gave him headaches but not one of us was armed I called Bob back into this hiding-place I'd found It was a chip shop and the deep-fat fryer still seemed to be sound Hey old man, why is doom so near? Tell me just what it is you fear? “His friends all call him 'Tim' but to his foes he is Baklawa Doom!” Bob threw a fish, in polystyrene dish It struck the Face which broke and we were saved.

Song of Keaton (from ‘Baklawa Doom’, 2012) Young Keaton, she was born into a once-grand city state Ruled by an immortal Queen whose love had turned to hate Her father was a blacksmith, and he dreamed of making art Her mother hunted heretics and tore their souls apart Her mother lived ten thousand years by feasting on the souls Of those who would profane the Queen or mock the sacred scrolls Her father was a younger man who forged the tools of war To make the Red Queen's prophecies come true on every shore The Queen believed she acted as the mouthpiece for her god As non-believers lost their souls her men would smile and nod Queen Jyraneth proclaimed that Creatures were the chosen few All wingless mortals must be slain, their sacred task to do Each month or so Her raiders would set forth upon the land To harvest souls and smite the cities with the Red Queen's brand They fought and slew and captured slaves and only spared the young "Each child is pure and holy" was the mantra that they sung Now Keaton was a young girl and she knew not what to say When once she saw the wingsless slaves the Raiders caught that day And pity stole upon her for these frightened mortal things She shivered and she thanked the Queen that she'd been born with wings Her brother Noah told her of a creature of the night This story left young Keaton in a nervous state of fright She placed her dolls like sentries on the watchtower of a keep But stuffed toys cannot keep away the nightmare moths of sleep One night when she was out alone she ran into the Queen Who asked her what she'd like to do when she had turned nineteen She tried hard not to think about the slaves she pitied so Since Jyraneth could see her thoughts and things she shouldn't know Her mother ran between the two for she was paranoid The Queen might call out "Heresy!" and have her child destroyed But Jyraneth ignored her quirks since Keaton was just small She'd grow to be a warrior and cause their foes to fall When Keaton was a teenager her brother took her out To burn away her pity for the foes of the devout And Noah told her that their sisters had been squeamish too It was a rite of passage every Jyraneth goes through They hid upon a mountain pass, 'till travellers came by He shot them with a fireball and left them there to die Then Noah turned to Keaton and he said the kindest thing Would be for her to slay them both and end their suffering When Keaton closed on 70 she kept her youthful air, When you live several thousand years it's harder to compare She went in search of Noah who'd been missing several days When she returned she found her father dead and house ablaze It wasn't just her family who had been taken down Their city was invaded and their foes swept through the town She fought and killed the warrior who claimed her father's head But she was quickly overwhelmed and left behind for dead She woke and found herself alive but taken as a prize Her captors healed her major wounds but took one of her eyes It took about three hundred years and one attempted rape Before she killed her master and she managed to escape She wanders now in search of any clan-mates who survive Her dying captor hinted that her sister was alive So now she is a drifter and she wears a mask of hate But deep down she's just terrified she'll share her father's fate Little Keaton, as the years went along Little Keaton, such a shame it went so wrong Little Keaton, it was such a shame that you, Little Keaton, have become a monster too