Midwinter/beyond Enlightenment

Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,. Brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions. Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions.

Midwinter (intro)

Midway Through Infinity

Wings of fire burn the night, night. Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet. Let the past cling on its futile self. And may the present rush for the future's glare.

My Eyes Are Frozen

Rape us the time. You bring us this loving wave. Crosses they rose. On our once proud pagan land. . Those words they spoke were like. Needles on my skin.

My Worldly Task Is Done

Music: Hertrich. Lyrics: Hertrich. Falling into the hole. Starfall - the horizon. This hateful imperfection of her eyes. They swell lke orient pearls.

My Burden

We are the tyrants within. This is my burden to carry. . Poison in the veins of gracious earth. Creeping mean disease, a bleeding flow. . This world is a dirty pool and we sink.

Many Wills

I'm lying on my bed now. No morning gives me promise. of a glorious day. Will happiness return'. I overdrink the day. I overdring the night. I'm drinking forth myself.

Metatron

Now the world,. it seems to care about....

Melancholia

when the dead paint with white hands. a laughing silence on the wall. the sleeper whispers still. unfold nymphic hands. . mother silent sings goodnight.

Mechanical Landscape

[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . AZAGTHOTHS SOUL DWELLS IN YOG-SOGGOTH. HE SHALL BECKON UPON THE OLD ONES. . FOUL AND FORMLESS.

Moping Carol

Oh grief, oh pain, delivering me to hopelessness,. oh selfabsorbing perverse lust that turns me on this hell to bless. this rigid life of disincentive I've begun.

Mortal Sin

Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a remote land. The scourge of your people threatens to destroy the man. When the swords plunge into your souls, you will rest in peace.

Mistery Of Goddess

You were forced to live in secret. You fled from awful fear. Always hold it to your ear. And the labrys caressing your hands. . With pain and sorrow the fight starts.

Mist In The Twilight

Memories

This goddamn life. This endless time. Is writing into my eyes. Learn to forget. Living in calm day by day. My days. . Why am I afraid of sunny light?.

Maid Of Orleans

I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans". Led by the voices of the Saints. I went to the Court dressed in men's clothes. To save my people from the yoke.

Magic Land

In the wood while elves their instruments play. Sing about (a) place far away. On the black hill when the dwarfs carve the stone. Tell about the wizard's home.

My 1st Time

[Violent J:]. . The first time, I didn't even feel guilty. Never washed off, stayed bloody and filthy. Just laid there next to the kid all night. Kind of soaking it all in, and feeling alright.

Myth

For lifetimes pantomime. transformed into a parade of mountains. deliverd from the golden doctrined. allowed to bleed .... .. bleed to MYTH..

My Repertory Of Grey

Rearing the lool from the sun. I would never know the latest. day I woke up in the cold broke. that I promised, fading away, my light.. Tell me, my repertory, if this will last.