Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens & Steven Tracey. . You can't imagine. How it's so true. That we all need somebody. Someone like you. .
Anodized!. A breathing interface. Designed in phase to assimilate. A transfer of the mind. To maximize a servile life. Lacerate, eviscerate. My body to redefine.
In my eyes stagnation surrounds. Blood that life beaten and bound. An act of mercy, a scene of pain. There is no difference, it's all in your name. . This act of God.
Walk through the ashes of man. Skin like fields on fire. Pain is only a weakness. Death is just an escape. . We are connected like tissue. Feed on the shame you've raised.
I welcome death with open arms. Her soft breath and simple charm. Wandering through memories. Takes my hand for me to see. . Tried so hard. Tried so hard.
Another frigid morning to awake. Arising from my slumber to find a piece missing to a puzzle. Government conspiracy religious fantasies. Is there any fact in everything in which we believe.
A Broken Glass. A broken glass proves your words worthless. running and hiding from the reality. Until death do you part. do you not know the commitment that you made.
Theres a feeling at rise, it grinds my teeth, stings lungs, first instinct "draw with my guns" instead I just turn to run, run from the path of the first born son..
Once on Tenkterian grounds. Hidden in the depths of woods. Near the shore of Rhine. Once was build the home of mine. . ... Landmark of resistance - Aduatuza.
... As long as winds will blow. My pride will be. And a star will shine. >From far away.... . ...As long as winds will blow. My pride will be. And hate remains.
I am the prince of hypocrisy. an apostle of the lies.. Do as I say not as I do,. I'm only playing dice.. Hear the works of the prophecy. in my gospel of swarming flies..
Fates now faded from a twilight time. when heathen hearts whitened and waned. told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes. treading in times when runes did reign..
Many men are sent on a quest for the crown. Searching all corners of the great land. The minstrel tries to sing as before. But, the jester, he laughs no more.
Paved was his road with the golden bricks. To the glory and the fame.. Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low.. Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass..
The gates of Morken lay in sight, this war is coming to an end. Behind the walls of the darkest place we'll see the Angel fall from grace. Witness the end of flowing tears, the final chapter of our dreams.
Now we've reached the land, such a dreadful sight. What can be expected from these cursed shores?. We've got a remote chance, we will try it out of spite.
My love I Hail you from a faraway place,. The words that I lay down are painful to write. And now I'm done,. I'll be leaving to a forsaken land... and my life will come to an end..
Death followed his path when first he came. the coldness of his mind was that of steel. desease was his fortune, chaos his name. his words disillusions, for blood he came.
Oh, how I grieve your graven kiss. "In dusk's fading light". Slowly I wither in my growing loneliness. Like a flower in the summer's dawn. Where is the beauty of your soft, pale skin.