Mental Blindfolds on. Early on the fascination intense. How to discern just where right belongs. . Something has got to give. These things I just don't want you to see.
Disaffected, left to internal struggle. let ring with the cries of disaccord. They told of outposts firm as trees. Whispers laid no basis for. the plunge to the chasm depths.
Scars torn open. Bondage slave. Eating my wrists. A thrust that numbs the pain. . Secondary now the instinct. Thrust beyond control. Chaotic, are the tracks before me.
scattered throughout now. indefinite form. willed to find strangers. in the wickedest state. when it comes upon you my friend. fear not - it makes us men.
Follow then rain into the end of paradise. where the eternal dark's crying so near. cold wind plays with my minds. when the fog appears and lovely words.
Music: Hertrich/Winkler. Lyrics: Hertrich/Winkler. And I seek sweet favours carved in gold. And I bare the light my breath to hold. Early seen unknown, but known too late.
the hours are slipping by. i stare into the night. into my deep blue sea. of unforgotten memory. i paint your face. into my mind. and kiss your tears away.
In the fire of the sunken sun. fast as ravens, bullets, thoughts I run. I inhale the golden oil. and I fear forever darkness. Nights come, bringing snow.
All black nights, all promising days. Silence speaks loud and clear to me. I long for reason. Your healing for living. . All things I've done, have failed so badly.
You love the world I own. Where all our hate is blown. Away to distant spheres. I call our real life. . Flying together. Flying togehter. Flying together.
Inside of you. Tears of pure frustration. Cascading down your heart. What could fill your restless soul. You may never know. You may never know. . Come inside my painless world.
I wished Your heart was grown. to shoot an arrow to me down. You made waste of all I have. The worst everfall I serve. . I only think that You forgot me.
Trust me, come inside. You heal me. You make it fine. And if only. For the sake of appearances. I'll make it all right. You know I'll make it all right.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . THERE IS NO GOD WHERE I AM. THE SORROW OF PAIN AND REGRET. ARE LEFT TO THE DEAD AND DYING. CARESSED BY MAGNIFICENT BEASTS.
Move him into the sun -. Gently its touch awoke him once,. At home, whispering of fields unsown.. Always it woke him, even in France,. Until this morning and this snow..
Wenn der Fruchling kommt. Und die Sonne lacht. Ist es Zeit fur mich zu sterben. Wenn mit neuer Kraft. Lebenslust erwacht. Wird das grelle Gluck zum. TodesstoB.
Surrounded by colours. Of shimmering light. A display of splendour,. continual shine. . Delicious flower - iridescent dye. A turmoil of flowers - miraculous lie.
Pure dark badness. A black cold sadness. Falling into. Hole of madness dying to. . Step into the city. breaking out from silence. Iron Gods. Pouring flaming violence.