Alone at last. just nostalgia and i. We were sure to have a blast.. For you it was just another sunday. In a small indiana town.. . I went by the place where you and i.
Ad inferos vehor extremae laetitiae !. Denique introibo ubi magna arborea radicat umbras.. Adsideravit.. Rursus limina surrexunt, nondum existescere coepi.
Arabesqued damasks,. pillows of liquid and clear eyes. shining intense mirrors. of green silvery recesses,. tangled gardens,. emerald water-works,. old crumbled balaustrades.
I've unravveled green tangles. with talons dirty of earth. I've pulled up, lacerated,. I've moulded me like mud. I've dug, removed tumuls and roots. I was rooted to the earth.
Au fond des abimes de la falaise. On entend un son de flute dans le fremissement. Des vagues qui se cassent sur le tombeau ou. Flee et Fabian sont enterres dans le guffre_.
Oh mio signore, io gli dissi"Signore,. no!, per la dea bendata,. io non ho gusto di grandezze mio signore,. di morir mi punge vaghezza,. veder nella rugiada di loto il fiore.
[Faust In A Cursed Hall]. . Laisse-moi,laisse-moi. Contempler ton visage sous la pale claret. Laisse-moi,laisse-moi. L'astre de la nuit comme une. Nuage,caresse ta beaute.
It's about time that the Atari teenage riot is taking over. And some people look at you and they ask you. Where is the fun you promised me [unverified].
These endless sufferings will never stop. Your departure's brought emptiness in my mind. I hear the angels singing your funeral hymn. Memories of you remind me of your wasted life.
Her vision is misty as smoke. Mists and the smokes of dark. Desirable fullmoon is near. In air her vison as spark. . Fire's tongues is tickle her body.
Yeah, I like it a lot. 'Cause it feels like the real thing.. No, I'll give it out. 'Cause it feels like the real thing!. One hell of a drive, and it feels like the real thing.
Sarah stood upon the bridge. On the railing, near the edge. The only thing that brought her in. Was a book that she had read. The novel's name was long since lost.
We were burning leaded gasoline. Rather fight than switch. Found a stack of dirty magazines. Hidden in the ditch. . Making fun of nearly everything. That lined up in our sights.
Doctor, doctor, where's the doctor. Wringing wet the woman hollers. Bandage wrapped around her hand. Collapses as they run to help her. Help her up and offer water.
Time marches on so I've heard and I won't contest it. Still I would like to believe that I've got a bit more time. I could tell this to you but I wouldn't try it.
I am not like those before me standing in a suit. Now I face what stands before me. And I'm singin' and I'm searchin'. Singin' and I'm searchin' for the truth.
a soul made of ice. and the invention of fire. didn't melt my heart. it got even colder. my soul remains frozen. as it has been for a thousand years. .
Where silence reigns and blackened is the day. Lurking deep down in a watery grave. An entity awaits its hundreth prey. As its only satisfaction is to maim.