A Black Odyssey

[Music: Heks]. [instrumental].

Away / Absent

A new job in a new town. Your favorite fix to get you through the day. Wild flesh on a big screen. Wolfing down lies, junk and aspartame. . Bright noise.

A Year With No Summer

I heard it on the news today. This year there will be no summer. And it's the first time in decades. This year there will be no summer. . Pictures on my screen shattering the windshield.

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Access To The Acropolis

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Atheist Ways

You never wondered how witches fly. Hobgoblins chant in the dead of the night. Ogres and fairies read their textbooks of blood. While Christians ponder a vengeful God.

As The Cacodemons Feast

There is a house upon the hill. From which this story is told. A tale of human cannibals. Brought into the fold. One cold and stormy night. When the asylum did not lock.

Angel Hunt

Through the Heavens above in the azure sky. It is my mission to watch them die. Since days of old all I want. Is to gather their wings on this Angelhunt.

Altar Of The Dead

Skin of the holy. Caressing my soul. Martyrs of the dead. Destroying the old. . Altar of the Dead. . Caskets of bone. Crosses of flesh. God will bleed.

Are You Ready For The Night?

Are you ready for the night?. Are you ready to be a child?.

Alone?

And the wind is blowing in the mist. And the mist is caressing the trees. And the trees are growing in the dark. And the dark is refilling my eyes. . I'm alone in the night.

Art

Another Violent End

A spiral of anger breaks its human fold. A chapter of hatred starts its evil flow. Now a trial begins. A clash of senseless hate. Before the fences mend.

After The Holocaust

Fires burning cities down. Your whole world's destroyed. Mutants crawl out from the ruins. To put you to the sword. Poisoned air in darkened skies. flows across the land.

All On You

Three in the morning. Holes in the wall. Sleeping pills mixed with alcohol. Bloody fist but no tears in your eyes. You shut the blinds and pray for sleep.

Architheme

It flows out from inside. It builds cities and fairytales. Reachable from here through a stairway of dust. But fail to restore. The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights.

Aquamarine

Uncomfort within the improper feelings of this song. I'd rather grey instead of marbled pearly skies. Its imprint is alive like a post-war Stalingrad.

Anaemia

A certain feeling assails. Visions form to wonder why. It still keeps fading. Away to the stars. . The sanitarium is the night of the mind. Hidden where no-one wants to know.

A Memory

The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound. The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn. .