Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow. But you could choke to death on your pride. Did you think you might be the reason. Can you go to bed with your lies.
[Music and lyrics by Arkdae]. . Dies irae, dies illa. Solvet saeclum in favilla:. Teste David cum Sibilla.. . Quantus tremor est futurus,. Quando judex est venturus,.
[Music and Lyrics by Marquise Ermia]. . In my eyes. I saw your face. Shining in my skin. . In my eyes. My heart is crying. Drops of sadness. . In my eyes.
It's all this reeking ego craves. The sun to never set. Why do threads of anger never linger?. Why does the ember turn to stone?. To where the longing goes.
Lyrics: Sundin. Labyrinth of time.... Mine alone for now and ever more. (I'm all alone...). ..and I flew. above sepulchral monoliths,. nebulously dancing beneath the dew.
There is this face in the still water. I can't remember ever wearing. Like fingerprints on your heart. Reading out the last lines of code. To the untrained eye a secret.
All that's now been broken. On streets I dare not walk. Freedom is an illusion. I build my fences high. If there was something out there. I have learned not to expect.
We no longer support ourselves. We live through each others tears. We no longer caress, no longer take hold. 'Til this will be over again. . The dream is over when all this begins.
You are all that matters. In my private demonology. Those who fear us now. The sons of wishes. The bastard child of dream. Enemies of hope. Let it be gone.
Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,. Brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions. Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions.
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.
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.
Music: Hertrich. Lyrics: Hertrich. Falling into the hole. Starfall - the horizon. This hateful imperfection of her eyes. They swell lke orient pearls.
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.
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.
when the dead paint with white hands. a laughing silence on the wall. the sleeper whispers still. unfold nymphic hands. . mother silent sings goodnight.