Black death on the water. Black death in the air. Black death on the insects. Who nest in my hair. . Black death all around us. Black death coming fast.
The fountain sprays blood this night. Our blades have sung a thirsty tune. The castle sleeps now silent indeed. A corpse beneath a haunted moon. . [Chorus].
Until the day I see your face. In the mirror. Until the day I smell your breath. On my pillow. . Until the day I turn to gray. I will be calling. Until the day the lies come back.
Blind, blinded by the light. Nothing can I see. All the whisper got me to the place I want to be. If you take my hand. Insecurity all the things that bind us to the enemy.
Broadway Mary is conversing with her sleeve. She talks with cats they speak to her in Portuguese. Her eyes are clear and grey focused somewhere far away.
Three days out from her hometown. Something overheated something broke down. Hit Las Vegas like we might belong. It seemed for a minute that we weren't so wrong.
Digging deep into the ground. Black gold seeking, hell bound. Enter dark shafts. Early up and old. Wrecking themselves. Misery unfolds. It eats their flesh,.
Led to the slaughter, your life in their hands. Destroying maiming at will. Spread all around, deep in the group. Trenches for corpses to fill. . Advance to attack.
Behind the lines. Concealed. Deconstructed truth. Revealed. . Clear from all known danger. Hostility deplored. Ignorance the principal. Unknown wars. .
Drops of new gleaming. In the flesh new morning light. My body cold and trembling. I've left the safty of the night. I sit here on the ground. By my side there lies a knife.
Hooves of iron sounds like thunder from the blackest earth. It's the day of the beast the time for darkness' rebirth. Demons of war, bearer of plague and of pain.
I'm a little insane, I'm a little deranged. I got this stake stick in my heart. Eyes filled up with rage, haven't slept in 10 days. But it's the fuel I need and I shall rise above.
I recall waking up. Shivering of some kind of hunger. Soaked in blood and confused. But with a strange feeling. Of having been amused. . Unbearable screams from across the room.
Is it our convictions that separate us.. The Scene that we live for should liberate us.. The eyes that you stare with are sore and searing.. The words that you speak I'm no longer hearing..
Persecution of compassion. cold sabbath. a dying man in a dying room. alone with a demon. the souls of your indiscretions. hold your rage. he is. the key that.
neglected Forgotten You were cast aside. casting stones at an open target. what did you think. that I would just smile and then walk away. . no that was never in my nature.
The wind whispers your name. your eyes your face visible thru these black days. I was never the only one to think of you. And remember every look every word everything.
Into death cast, a spiral of the past. Eclipse grips for my soul. Torn from death's bed. And buried by the dead. Their hands are white and cold. Pulse expire, death comes in a burst.