Faceless coward - slithering - the depths a mind can take. Blackened heart - alerting masses - a plan - the world to shake. Now no one will ever be the same.
Death! Possession!. . At the gates of dawn,. she awaits your arrival.. Your loneliness, her way,. to realize her revival.. . Only the weak shall die,.
I am the master of your dreams, I am the. creator of your screams, I pulverize your. inner will invisible, no blood will spill.. Sent by the powers of the wind, now you.
Music by Swano, Axelsson, Nerberg. Lyrics by Swano, Axelsson. Keyboards by Swano. . It all began with the shades of what we never thought existed.. . The vision of the distorted views was no longer an illusion..
This song is dedicated to all blasphemers worldwide, ia!. Lyrics: Swano, Axelsson. . You true beiever. Die man deciever, for your prophecies.. A fatal release. The temple of the holy..
(....Blind Belief). You true beiever. Die man deciever, for. your prophecies. A fatal release. The tem-. ple of the holy. We will blaspheme. There. are no blessings, only a dream. Christia-.
How could you be content. To drift through life never questioning. Sticking your head in the sand. Whenever you see something you dont like. If you cant see it then its not there right.
boundless the traces. they stand out in relief. the sands running out by the eve. a trough of the sea in emotions. lies on the shores of your dreams. .
Here where the dream of Eden waits. The rivers running easy. In their valleys they are slumbering. . There the mysteries reveal by the clearness I can feel.
Here I can hear a pin drop, silence is my friend. Have not found a helping hand. And I, I can paint in gloomy colors that will stain. But will one of them remain?.
Fraying, straying. Decaying, the world's at sea. Are we resigned to our fate ?. Lying, denying. We're walking aimlessly. Trying, slying. Saving face no longer.
A state of anguish. Faintness and fear. A state of sorrow. And no willing ear. . Out of the tail of my own eyes. Illusive skies. Bewildering my mind. Endlessly.
Farewell. Yesterday when we were young. Like a flower in the desert sand. So transient, the cycle of life. . Within a moment of time. Within a while of a year's decline.
Somewhere in time there was a dream. A dream I felt deep inside. That no one could understand. . Where do I go now?. When will I find my way?. . All The Lies I've left behind.
Sometimes at night I feel them. Waiting for the dawn. I hear them call out to me; no one do I see. I wander alone through the rain. Drifting I hear them calling;.
Nights I spend awake. Waiting for the sign. Days never ended. When will the time arrive?. Far beyond my sight. Hiding in the dark. A semblance of a feeling that was lost.