Out of my head things are going mad. So we cannot return into life. Out of myy mind all eyes are still blind. And the only impression is pale. . We cannot realise the aim.
I made you and your hate to socialize in a matter that suits me fine.. So while I breathe in you punched my teeth in.. I tried to explain it but you just, you just don't see..
In the land of Meldoria. the sun has dissappeared.. It shines for the high ones. that dwell amongst the clouds.. Hidden from the land at the edge. of the world..
Nothing can cheer me. I am like the king of a rainy land,. Wealthy but impotent, moribund and senile.. . Nothing can cheer me. Even the sage alchemist who no longer smoothes my gold,.
La misanthropie n'est ni une maniere de vivre, ni un. quelconque sentiment de sup'riorit' envers autrui.. Elle n'est que l'Evangile de la secte misanthropique..
It never really mattered that much to me anyway. It seemed like the hundredth time you'd left me and gone away. Open door and I don't have that much to say....
A lonely god you captured, do you feel the pain. Tried to help the people but your help was all in vain. You gave to us their fire, but who was watching you.
In an act of desperation, he put a gun to his head. In his mind confusion, nothing but delusion. Thinking he was better off dead. . No one to be his savior from the vises he's made.
This magic winter night I see a light. Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon. Oh no no no, oh my brain. . I see them gypsy waggons left in the. Snow.
Walking on a cold and white December night. I hear the voices from the other side. Calling my name, must be that olden friend. I think she has come to see me once again.
freedom. without freedom. . your heart is free now. have the courage to follow it. the Lord bless the and keeping thee. in defiance of tyranny. of tyranny.
Dark dreams of late. Her light sneaks within my reach. to blind out the sight of my last days. We scream out the sound of a new wave. . Earth Iris turn infinite star.
There you go actin' a fool again, in this life nothin' will come of it.. Escape into television again to pass the time.. Big Brother hates your identity, self-obsessed, bent on pain and loathing.
I'm moving one day to a perfect place. Where pain can't follow me. When I arrive home with loved ones around the throne. What a happy reunion that will be.
[Sbor okultistu:]. Slawa, slawa, slawa, pane hejtmane,. dowolte by cele mesto priwitalo was.. Co stalo se my doufame, ze mic se nestane,. a muzem rict ze mohl to byt pekne drahy spas..
Tak jako v smrtelne agonii projivas jivot uplynuly,. posledni zapad slunce promita krvave stiny -. obrazy z druheho brehu na stini pohyblive,. uzkost podrizuji hnivu, elementalove!.
Humanity won't live in peace for sure. And history is based on "war and hate". The human race has a violent nature. That's why we relate. We are the violence.
Turn off the city lights.. Paint the streets black.. This is the last day.. Of this civilization.. . No more cries.. Of billion innocent victims.. No more devastation..
So you think you know what light will guide you home?. You were enlightened, now disgraced and now you're gone. So you think you know what time may take away?.
Intense rupture in the sky. Destruction of the paradise. Crossing the prophet's skull. Destruction of the paradise. . House of a suicide, strange slave priest / Golgotha in flames.