7. Lions Den (Dragons Lair)
 
 In Widow's Eyes
 She Cries Through the Night
 Perched in the Mourning Reading by Gaslight
 Watching As His Body Lies
 Still behind Its Crystal Seal
 the Casket of His Tomb
 There She Sits in Mourning
 in the Warmth of the Room
 Reading
 Her Spells of Warning
 Cursing the Hairs of Their Head
 Cursing Their Bodies
 until They Are Dead
 As the Widow Cries in the Night
 Lions Prowl
 and the Dragon Takes Flight
 across the Plains of Fantasy
 Places Unseen
 Hidden in You and Me
 Places of the Dead
 Where Evil Rears Its Head
 Darkness Rules
 in Its Throne
 with Horns All Its Own
 with the Elders All Seated
 Sitting up Cursing the Dawns Light
 Praying for the Dark Places in the Night
 Yeah
 In Widow's Eyes
 She Cries Thorough the Night
 Perched in the Mourning Reading by Gaslight
 in the Warmth of the Room
 Reading
 Her Spells of Warning
 Cursing the Hairs of Their Head
 Cursing Their Bodies
 until They Are Dead
 Yeah
 As the Widow Cries in the Night
 Lions Prowl
 and the Dragon Takes Flight
 across the Plains of Fantasy
 Places Unseen
 Hidden in You and Me
 Oh Yeah Baby

8. Black Heart
 
 In the Winter Spray of Oceans Waves
 There Lies a Curse That Has No Grave
 That Seeks for Men's Bounty
 in Places Paved with Gold
 in Only a Place
 That the Black Heart Knows
 When the High Seas Come Crashing down
 Toppling Their Lofty Crowns
 There I Am
 Waiting for the Sound of Their Heartbeats
 in the Places Where Their Soul Bleeds
 Yeah
 All I Need Is Another Black Heart to Feed
 a Place to Plant My Wicked Seed
 in the Places the Soul Bleeds
 Oh Yeah
 If You Are to Climb the Mountain High
 Take Heed of the Rain in the Sky
 When the Waves Come Crashing down
 First You Gasp
 and Then You Die
 Oh Yeah
 I'm Still Waiting
 Waiting for the Sound of Their Heartbeats
 to Find a Place for My Wicked Seed
 Oh Yeah
 I Have Come to Give Them Black Heart's Desire
 Rolling with the Wind and Burning with the Fire
 Oh Yeah
 Sitting in Their Lofty Rooms
 Spelling out impending Doom
 Coming Forth .....As Fruit of the Womb
 in the Places Where the Soul Bleeds
 Another Black Heart Is What I Need
 a Place to Plant My Wicked Seed
 Oh Yeah They Walk in Places Paved with Gold
 Where Men and Women Sell Their Souls
 High and Mountainous Cities of Old
 There You Are Still I Wait with My Keys
 with My Keys to the Gate
 Oh Yeah with My Keys to the Gate
 Listening for the Sounds of Their Heartbeats
 Waiting for a Place to Plant My Wicked Seed
 Oh Yeah