Winged disciples of the nocturne dream. Descend upon the fortress of the tyrants creed. In their search for Midas, how many more must bleed?. Father super nature, grant the final deed, please yeah.
the sound of tearing might wake the neighbors up,. but how else am i supposed to get you off me.. youve been writing my own cliches,. and isnt it cute how apathy makes everyone smile..
Living dead of London town. Flesh vessels underground. Mourning suits, burial gowns. Nine to fives doleful sound. Pallid faces office bound. Mortuary all year round.
Born in the casket of society's decay. On your knees to be rewarded with strife. Born in the casket of society's decay. On your knees to be rewarded with strife.
Our pleasures be joyless. Doleful experiences. We seek not lifes beauty. But cherish it's funeral aspects. We crave the (mis)fortunes. Rich in their non entity.
Ride with me on a shooting star. Through galaxies of death, we chase. Skeletal king of paradise. Cosmic crown is the jewel you wear. . Carnival bizarre.
A funeral moves. Under the cloak of night. Captain Clegg and his smuggling pirates ride. With contraband of the finest Brandy and Wine. Hidden inside a macabre coffin disguise.
The snow is falling down. Outside my window. The roads are closed. There's nowhere to go. . And I wanna be with somebody. This time of the year. Is better this way.
Not long ago in my high school days. I watched a girl from so far away. And every time she passed me by. I turned my head away and quietly sighed. . And when she walked by her hair would dance.
Close your eyes real tight underneath the city lights. And you can't hear the noise below your room. Take a real deep breath and get those feelings off your chest.
Sad is the man who drinks with himself. To fog up the day that precedes. Sad then to happy from happy to bitter. That bitter old man is me. . Hey, hey, drink it all away.
In the VIP chillin',. Grey Goose chillin',. ice game chillin',. but ya know I'd give it all to be chillin' with herrrr,. chillin' with herrrrrrr (x3).
I try to say what's never said,. Spend too much time in my head.. Baby, tell me, is it real?. I drink a lot so I can't tell.. . Sometimes I wonder if all the things we say.
I came from shadows to take what belong to me. I turn this circle which makes me invisible. So when time goes on I can understand what is the meaning.
I throw away my life. and try to touch the darkness. I watch the burning clouds. and the night falls inside me. I breath the storms of winter. and watch the light forever.
Under the raven black sky. she revel with the wolves of night. following the moonshadow. embracing the winter frost.. Six stars in northern sky. gathers with the wind and light.
I am the lightbringer.... I am the vizionaire of time.... . Im watching the stormy clouds above the nightly sea. So far, so distant in my sight. Still so comfort refl ections for my mind.
Criminal class - what you make me out to be. Criminal class - the jails you build for me (4x). . On the streets getting picked up for a crime. For being different I am guilty from the start.
La tinta, es la sangre sucia te inyecta. Lavandote la cabeza, de la izquierda y la derecha. . No Mas, No Mas, No Mas - CONTROL DE LA PRENSA!!. . Reporta - Lo que a mi nunca me importa.