Understood,. This will read as a plea to vindicate intolerance as surely as it is written.. . Understand,. Contempt born of clear perception is a birthright to those who channel it toward progression..
I have to let you die.. I have to let you fade.. So spare me the male accusations.. I would have told you those things you wanted to hear. . And I would have cared.
In my world where emptyness lies. and nothing but hate controls my mind.. . My mountains too steap to conquer. I'm trapped inside myself.. . Torn apart by my demonic figures.
I can hear the demons call from within my inner self. I can feel destruction roars from beyond another world. There's something coming forth visions from the ancient times.
Believe in my and worship my dream. become what I want you to be,. where silence rule and emptiness. flows in the wind,. can you feel my call ones again..
Trer faller som tungt hstregn,. i et kaldt desemberlandskap.. Trer for min stolthet og min verdighet.. P min ferd inn i ensomheten,. inn i skogens mrke..
Is this the desperate mile?. Are the seagulls hungry still?. Did the pond run out of water?. Turn into a motorway?. Did the forest see itself slaughtered and modelled into decay?.
There is a land in the middle east region. ruled by black gold and a crazy religion. . There is a satan with certain charisma. he instigates thousands to play the Kamikaze game.
[Additional vocals by Anthony Green]. . When we start, we lack a ruler's knowledge. When we grow, we gain the tools to conquer. I'll kill the king just for a taste of copper.
I picked the most appetizing flowers from these gardens.. I know of virgin thighs.. Anointed in your sweat.. Sat them in a glass.. And took the bench between your hips..
Sluts in skirts, scattered all over this scrabble board. and it's no wonder very few words worth using are being played.. All this unintelligible squawking is drowning out anything.
Listen to the tale I tell. a haunting dream I know so well. When walking home alone one night. my path revealed by candlelight. Ahead I see an open door.
Under the sea, there's a colony of bees. And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead. If you try to steal from his apiary sealed. With magic spells at the gate to hell.
The snow fell hard on a frozen sea. As the night swarmed all around. With no moon to guide or passage north. This corpse of mine may never be found. .
When the quest is over and the battles won. There's a lamper to the south where we go to have some fun. The wenches they are plenty, the alcohol is free.
Come on, don't be afraid. There is nothing you can't do. You gotta keep on going. But promise me you won't give in. . It's a hard path, it's a hard road.
I feel like I'm becoming. A butterfly. Or a golden bee. My smile is like razorblades. . When I share. It cuts bloody deep. My body is in the magazines.
The blood of this family it mingles. With the clay in this stinking riverbed. I tie the boy down and tear his mother's gown. It's okay, she's already dead.
I was so blind. I couldn't see the truth.. I was unable to see how my life was being used.. To be something so minuscule. Everything I thought was so definite,.
Father of all that is merciless. Creates what cannot be more vile. Servants beg their twisted master. To victimize and defile. . The merciless tide consumes and purifies.