Heaven Island

I dream a dream of heaven island. Where justice smoothly dwells. There I'm not forgotten. on that island. But always kissed and. heartly delt. When morning sun starts.

Human Bodies

This place, more orange nowadays.. The ashen badlands redeem.. Your face, through magnified glass, still draws me in.. Those big eyes draw me in.. Distrophy, stale again..

Historian

In one eye and out the other.. The heiress turned historian, reach-out!. How did she handle herself. Position herself while writing this?. Book-signing autobiography..

Hellspawn

Into the fire, down by the gates. My destination, living in pain. That's where I come from, that's where I'll return. For my evil origin, in hell I will burn.

Hometown

They say that you should be proud of your roots,. How can I be proud living with this filth?. . Oh god, release me from this town I call home,. Release me from this, HELL!.

Hear My Words

I could scream the words. You'd never hear anything I say. See the sweat drip from your head. I see right through your nervous smile. I see through you now. You don't wanna hear. Because you've known this all the while. Keep it in the dark. You've known this all the while..

Hurt Conveyor

All that you have. And you really have nothing. To show for the life that's your own. Suddenly you realize. That this world has no meaning. And you're left alone.

Hurt Conveyer

All that you have. And you really have nothing. To show for the life that's your own. Suddenly you realize. That this world has no meaning. And you're left alone.

Hurry Up

Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens & Kate Ryan. . You don't give me affection. There's no more time to lose. You don't give me attention.

Human Shields

So much violence in our name. Our life, a silence masked in shame. . Children running in the streets. Soldier boots are on their feet. Mothers bare the burdens of our defeats.

Human Augmentation

I am a being. My life has value. Seek as i seek the secret design. My purpose is to relate with out bitterness. Or partiality from any motives. To which i am far removed.

Hi-tech Hate

These weapons of mass destruction. Around our world threat to us all. . Operated by fears. (Fears). Cold over years. (Years). Systematic death. (Death).

Hard To Reveal

Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Wanda Walker Janssens & Kate Ryan. . You see in my eyes a reflection. That I wanna give you affection.

Hands Up

Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Kate Ryan & Steven Tracey. . The first time I saw you I still remember when you passed me by. Love at first sight that day in September when I was so shy.

H-k (hunter-killer)

The conscious man is dead. And I buried him. Beneath this scarred tissue. Armored skeleton. . The machine is now alive. Desensitized with open eyes. Powered by an angry mind.

Held Down With Busted Arms

House Of Cards

This isn't quite the mess I Made. Walked right into this catastrophe. Watched this house of cards. Crumble on me. . It's slowly decaying. This retched filth that I created.

Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer

It's either you or them, you or them, It's either you or them, you or them. Them or you, you or them, Them or you, you or them.

Heart Turns Black

I watched your heart turn black. and the pieces of your life are on the ground. Your withered sun. will not come up tomorrow. The beauty of your life is cracking.

Homeward Shore

May Donar grant us guiding wind. Walfrigga bless those wooden board. So we will see the morning sun arise. May one eyed god lead us through raging storms.