Awaiting dawn for a night of unholiness. Awaiting a sign as sacrifice is cast. Bow down to the lord of eternal might. Save us from the second coming of christ.
Into the domain of wonderful throes. Ended in swelled domes. Like walking a tapered path. Displaying every phase in life. . Angels are whispering from far beyond.
Always learn from history. . To be sure you make the same mistakes again. . Dig with bare hands or a silver spoon. . But never change the masterplan. .
Beneath the fullmoon. Covered in gloomy clouds. Obscure funeral spirits. Evil shadows on haunted ground. . Every night they rise again. To meet the lords of death again.
I, I deliver myself to you. Lucifer, my father, you're my light. And my way out of the dark. I wanna set the skies on fire. And watch the angels as they fall into the sun.
It comes smoothly at start. Stirs gently in the colour pot. Centrifuge. Restore amends. For every spiralchange. A snowflake bride. A heroine (---heroin, psilocybin, mescaline, psilocin, fucking oxytocin.
A silent secret. of unfathomed darkness. Uncounted years. Within the temple walls. Lightened up by the moon. It's pale walls cold. Entrance not allowed.
Black, cold and dismal. Sweeping through the nocturnal haze. Led by the midnight breeze. On its journey to its resting place. . A shadow out of time. Hidden between different spheres.
Music : Edlund. Lyrics : Edlund. I come so close, so near. That I almost got out of my shell. When a pink coloured vision did appear. A girl with something to sell.
Robin goodfellow. Dianae, my muse. Morpheus in my heart. Your sand in my veins. It's a deeper kind of slumber. What is universe anyway. But a pouch of silver coins.
I was your fear and you were my fate. I wanted you near but I bred your hate. You left me for dead, deep down in the mud. With scars on my head, in my heart and my blood.
I en kvalmfylld andlig ken har jag sett dem g. Drabbade av sjlasoten, hglosa, med ilska I synen. Det r som sorgen aldrig skulle lmna deras gon. Som om sinnet hade svarinat fr evigt.
? ver nordm? ns stormande grav. Klagar den en? gdes blick. P? himlen Tor ilsken rasar. Under korset slav. . ? skgudens fader, V? ssa ditt spjut. H? j baneklingan? nnu en g? ng.
I would wake warriors great. Summon warriors of the oak. High as a pine in the forest. Summon those who sleep. Wake those beneath the grass. Buried deep under fields.
Horns raised and filled with the finest of mead. Valhalla's warriors battle succeed. The lodge so enormous, so many in here. Valkyries serve us the best flesh and beer.
Under Norve's starfilled sky. In a forest so deep and wide. Eight hooves are thundering. By the mountains darkest side. In the shadows two grey shapes.
A burning arrow flew towards the sky. To symbolize the fierce ones. To manifest their pride. Torches glows and axemen sings their rhyme. Eternal damnation for bastard souls.
Belli voces cum mortis campanis resonabant. Ulciscendi cupiditas corpora et animos incendit. . "But destiny had already crowned his man: the Conqueror prevailed".
With a grip so tight. you could make it bleed. He twists, We twist humanity. And to think we did it for this. And to know we did it for this. . Too plagued to be repaired.
Taught from birth to live in fear. To never question why we're here. The living dead, we march through life. And into war and death alike. . We try for years to make some sense of life and death.