By the light of the moon dark toughts rise up... they haunt my dreams. while the wind carries their voices and screams over the land. Awakened by sirens, armed with the wrath of Gods, we ride the storm, may our rage defend creation.
I was left alone in a world with no God to take care. Where no cilivization is. known. Where to survive is the only aim. Twelve weeks with no food or water..
Stefan were on duty when the telephone ringed. Ambulance was needed. Someone. got run over. Stefan has been ambulance driver for 17 years. Never once has he.
Pretty luxury in the San Francisco airport. Boeing's prepared for its flight. to Warsaw. Custom clearance is almost completed. 280 passengers go to the.
[Music: Cyjan-Kelner / Lyric: Cyjan]. . An 18-years-old model with life standing. With a bunch of fame in front her,. She got run over by a 10 tons truck..
Rotting corpse lie in the ditch. Pus start to gush from every scurf. Curdled glands excrete stench. Unbearable a wild stench. Smell the corpse, stinking corpse.
I remember the time, we first viewed the skies. With warmth in our hearts, and diamonds in our eyes. I remember the day, those diamonds greyed. And what seemed eternal, began to fade.
Now I feel like the whole year is gettin' to an end. - like winter is only a dark and an empty space. . Once warm, once cold is the freshest breeze of all,.
A drop of time. Frozen in the moment. A moment frozen in ice. A piece of life kept in time. . A second for a lifetime. A life for a day. And if I'd say:.
Change the mood from joy to sadness. Because sad is the song I sing. On dreams in deep meditations. On seven horses running on the shore at dawn. . Born to fly.
I killed myself today. I wish I could explain. I tried to find another way to tell you how I feel it. I tried to find another way to make you proud of me.
You took one final look, my tears they turned to ice. A frozen sacrifice, your body's heat's my paradise. I've built up many layers but none can keep me warm.
Torchlight in utter darkness. Starts licking wood with its deadly tongue. In seconds its hunger grows. Wood is eaten by flames twelve feet long. Before the eyes of heathens.
Lines of time, drawn to an end/constants of fate, never thought to be bent/the fields of destiny already are prepared/failure and glory are not to be shared.
As false as our minds our eyes refuse to see. They claw for the falseness in me. From where all life springs anew. We are cleansed through the crystal fire.
outsmart the fever. and take us farther from. the killing life in capsules. a life that can't belong. . so if I wake up dead to the world. with the helm at my command.
Still alive. all knowing eye. beneath your stream of words. your rapid stream of words. Though none will. ever live to share. the radiant stream. the promised lives.
Still alive, all knowing eye. Beneath your stream of words. Your rapid stream of words. Though none will ever live to share. The radiant streato, the promised hues.
[music: Jivarp, Henriksson]. . waiting for the signs to bring. the first to sing. felt inbetween these fears. set to unknown tunes. so tempt these fragile fiends.