All is lost, survival is all that remains. Dying at will, there is no pain. Memories of hate run deep in my mind. Body's numb, no feelings toward mankind.
Deep within entrenchments. The orders are revealed. A final push impending. Encoded messages have been received. . At first light. Fires of the enemy dead will burn bright.
Turn around and shield your eyes,. Don't look back as the earth dies. NO tomorrow for eternity'. The apocalyptic prophecy'. Our futile lives shall be no more..
On the edge. Spirit begins to break. Chances unsure. Not much more you can take. . Weakness grows. Nerves start to crack. Far from safe. There is no turning back.
Scattered on foreign fields. Lie the burnt out hulls of our dead armor. Old landscape wreckage. And this Earth now scorched. . Selfless acts of bravery.
All that remains. Of your dying world. Lies crumbling, twisted ruins. From the ashes - none will return. . Die. . Shattered dreams forgotten. Body writhes in agony.
Afterlife. . As you feel your soul. Depart from this world. Prepare for a journey. To regions of the unknown. . Your life has now ended. You fear the conclusion.
Entering - the dawn of a new era. Confused perspectives - there is nothing left to fear. All objectives - now rearranged. No principles - to enslave. .
A silent demise, demise. . From darkness through mists of time. Centuries, eons past requiem of mankind. Withdrawn in darkness prepared to die. Awaiting silence anticipation sublime.
First hour approaches. Repretuating grief. Empowering to strike down. Sowing the defeat. Their centre - line lies broken. We will not forget. Though faith will never falter.
det är som att synas. ändå slippa se. att stå i mitten. och ändå stå brevid. det är en stund på jorden. man önskar vore fler. det är så jag vill. förklara det för dig.
When the summer sun is shining on Australia's happy land. Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands. of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames.
Always Back To You. -Eric Bogle. . Well they say the heart's a lonely hunter, always searching for a home. That in every soul there is hunger, to find the place where it belongs.
Standing in the back yard where our love used to grow. Big September moons above. Your garden needs a little tenderness I know. Bad time to be out of love.
Well my old friend said to me. I ain't being what I'm supposed to be. Well I don't know, it could be true. I know I wasn't always there for you. . Now you're ready to walk out, you're ready to run.
Sommigen zeggen dat liefde een leugen is. Dat Aphrodite niet uit de zee werd geboren. Sommigen zeggen dat haat de waarheid is. Jammer voor hen maar die zijn verloren.
De jongeman loopt hard. In een winterlandschap. De bomen zijn naakt. Verdwaald in de tijd. Verdwaald in zijn hart. De herinnering het afscheid. Van wat eens was.
1.Strophe:. Verschttete Trume. Bilder aus alten Tagen. Vom Wahnsinn den ich lebte. Und was sie mir heute sagen.. . Ich schlief zu wenig. Und ich trank zu viel.
Verschüttete Träume, Bilder aus alten Tagen. Vom Wahnsinn, den ich lebte, und was sie mir heute sagen. Ich schlief zu wenig, ich trank zuviel. Die Schmerzen im Kopf, warn ein vertrautes Gefühl.
Auf der Flucht vor Deinen Ängsten. auf der Flucht vor Deinem Ich. auf der Flucht vor dem Abgrund. vor dem tiefen Fall ins Nichts. auf der Flucht vor Emotionen.