Entrance

End This Sickness

I can't take it anymore. I hate to see that people get chased away. Just because of their sense of style. I can't take it anymore. Everyone is unique in their own way.

Echoes Of Battle

There is a deep pathos here. A monumental sorrow. Blood has stained this ground. The very land itself a barrow. . The echoes of battle ring cold through the ages.

Eyes Of Obsidian

When I was a child then it came. A night full of thunder and rain I. would be never the same. I wish that I never had seen what no one would. ever believe. Playing tricks that my eyes deceive. So scared I felt my spirit.

Emergency Broadcast System

Echelon

[Music: Eric Horton / Dave Garcia]. [Lyrics: Sean Peck]. . Someone's listening to everything we say.. Nothing gets by them. Our hands are bound, they take the sounds and powerplay.

Eisbaer 90210

[Music and Lyrics by S. Eicher]. [Grauzone].

Eisbaer

[Music and Lyrics by S. Eicher]. [Grauzone].

Eleven Three O Three

Move your body to the rhythm of passion. Let senses overwhelm ratio. Don't ask anything to yourself. Don't waste this moment. The echo of weeping is armored in wind.

Eso Es

T me muestras El camino. Un poder autoritativo. Me conduces adelante O me desvias. Mi decisin es la resistencia. . La decisin es ma Slo la ma. No te creo La decisin es ma.

Escape Song (release My Demons)

If I can't be your friend, I will be your enemy. Try to destroy me, before I destroy you. Try to burn me, yeah, burn me, yeah, burn me, yo. But be aware, my flame can burn you down.

El Mensajero

Evil Is Done

Live to die by the evil oath. Scapegoats of the blind and weak. Recreate. Reform our way of life. Dominate. Our way of death. Signs are written in digital sand.

Êóïàëà

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Erblicket Die T”chter Des Firmaments

[Musik und Text Januar 1993 a.y.p.s.]. . Ich frage mich, wie wird der Winter sein. wenn ich den Frhling niemals sehen werde. Ich frage mich, wie wird die Nach sein.

En Ring Til Aa Herske

(March -92). I en moerk skog med kalde tjern. Et sted hvor Herren av verdens. ild ikke rekker. I det moerkeste i den store. av natten - av tid. Og de samlet seg.

Ea, Lord Of The Deeps

The Head is a Head of a Serpent. From its Nostrils Mucus Trickles.... The Ears Are those of a Basilisk. His Horns Are Twisted into three Curls. The Body is a Sun Fish, Full of Stars.

Epidemic

Escapism As An Art Form

here we go!. would you paint me something pretty. bloodstained canvas wreaks of failure colors are smeared by turpentine. let's paint to every written word you ever said.

Everflow

mankind annihilation. built on manipulation. kicking heads and feeding egos. little man reasons. dealing social corruption. squeal. pigs and coppers play.