Dancing with tears in my eyes. Weeping for the memory of a life gone by. Dancing with tears in my eyes. Living on a memory of a love that died. . It's five and I'm driving home again.
Endless parade of gross perversions. Like pins pushed into my brain. However short-lived it may be. I remember the sweetness of the pain. Is the greater sin the act I committed.
I don't believe in you anymore or the things you sell. Don't accept as fact everything. Your loudspeakers tell. Canine snarls lurk behind your every fluoride smile.
inside a hollow room he floats in a mist of memory. transforming a life that hold thousand deaths. suffering one last weak as crestfallen essence. inside a hollow room he struggle the pain's climax.
Walls of stone - life encaged. Lunatic voices surrounds. Destroying my sense of humanity. My life is drained by vanity. . The calm of the killer glows in my eyes.
Deamon breed. Deamon breed. . Machines as fathers for our creations. Tissues burned and recycled. We're nailed against our own perfection.... We're nailed against our own perfection....
[Music: O-P Trr, Lyrics: Juha Kylmnen, A. Vetelinen]. . You threw your web right down on me. You suck my blood just to live. You're the black princess in the garden of grief.
[Music: Jarmo Kylmnen, Lyrics: Juha Kylmnen]. . The only hope in this endless night. Is to follow you through the shadows of the deepest blue, away from the light.
[Music and Lyrics by HERR MORBID - Autumn/Winter 2001]. . Lying in a dark corner. The black candle light is dying out. Trying to refuse this suffering.
I watched into the burning sun.. My eyes filles with obsession.. An eternal walk towards nothing.. An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness.. . I watched into a dead horizon..
Is this the river?. The river of the dreamer. who lost the reality. Death in your hands. and dust in your soul. are tinting your reality. . She lost her destination.
lament seeps from between. blood soaked lips. forgiveness for myself never. seemed so distant. my heart still beats and longs. for your presence. (your) silent cries resonate in.
your sickness comes. when you let go from. what we held together. now I see where I went wrong. youl take your last breath. I left drowning in. your eternal voice.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . "Et nox facta est". pome de Victor Hugo. . " Depuis quatre mille ans il tombait dans l'abme.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . The frozen crypt is silent .... As only a grave can be. Endless I live in vain. Roused from my funeral sleep.
I have a block on my brain and a clock in my mouth and I'm tasting each second.. For days I've swallowed the hours.. Striking worth into the air with words like arrows that were stuck into my knees;.
Perpetration. Annihilation. Your punishment. Is life damnation. . Forever enslaved. Forever deranged. . Searching for - The reason to all your pain. Suffering - From splits within your brain.
Twisted dreams, I can't control. The sickness in my mind, give 'em hell. Let them die, hatred makes me blind. Bodies drop, I must obey, the voices never stop.