She walks the night with silent grace and scorn. I haunt her sideto watch the world and learn. And I let all my fears subside. When she sends my soul to the setting sun.
Psychosomatic, you're so dramatic. You seem to hang on every word I say. Psychosomatical, you're so fanatical. You crowd my life and you won't go away.
"Well I guess there's nothing for us to worry about,. We're the ones who've got control.". Look at all the fools. With their eyes sticking out. Backup, backup..
Torment, anger. Runs through my veins. Leaving me cold inside. Surrender [Incomprehensible]. . A living, giving corpse so weak. A sacred path where do we fall.
One voice, one world. It's time the masses are heard. Sever attacks, paralyzed flesh. . Faint chance, public unrest. Poison globe corps decay. No final message, pressure wave.
Radio active. Automate. Regenerate. Transmutate. Hallucinate. . Are you receiving?. Message send.
"What do you believe?". "....some kind of sacrifice". "You haven't got a prayer!". "(singing)". "Please, right now sir?". "Sing...".
Fear, fills your heart. Rip, rip out your lungs. Burn, burning your soul. Conception is still unknown. Hostile, hostile reaction. Dangerous, dangerous retraction.
Voices I Hear. Impact Is Near. Switches Are On. It Won't Be Long. . Distinguish The Sound. You Must Be Strong. Software Collides. On Both Sides. . Run For Your Lives.
No matter what they say or do. The shit they write well it ain't true. coloured eyes hypnotize. go and sell some other lies. the losers and the hangers on.
Twisted metal. Pierces your skin. Broken glass. Severs the limbs. Major impact. Smashes your head. Nightmare vision. In your bed. Plasma surging. In your veins.
Well I'm wonderin' when we'll meet again. Will it be tonight, tomorrow, I gotta know when. I now know we'll never see each other. Cause I know you're having an affair with my brother.
Watch out again. . It's not a far commute to access. The company of brighter pigments. Administer abuse, detach then. Release a pixilated statement. .
Dismiss the telegram, this is no exhibition. A pile of papers that are bound and tethered. We know the end of man will stem from stale tradition. Relaying opinions changing like the weather.
Princess Of Butterflies. . The first recording of this song was made in Mark's Recording Studio in Copenhagen in May or June 1999. Freya didn't like the result, so the band rerecorded it in Rummet during the CMT-sessions. At that time they had performed the song so intensely that they were sick and tired of it. That's why it was not included on Chasing My Tale. Below you'll find Freya's original lyrics, which she wrote down exclusively for this site. Copyright by Freya Christine Clausen, 1999. (Used with permission)..
Ramses Pharao. Wise man giant in the sky. Ramses Pharao. God of Wisdom, King of Paradise. . You're the king and the priest. Creator of life of a nation strong and tight.
Lost in the shadows. The claws of evil are waiting. In shades of treason. A land of coldness forever. . I'm the one who defends the world. One step closer to the end.
Utopian visions of a dream world. Quickly fade into dust. You finally seize the golden prize. And see it's really rust. Obstacles are overcome but followed by another test.
I will never bow down to your idols. I know who I am. You'll have to put me in the ground to silence me. This is my final stand. . You can't kill me, I'm already dead.
So close to the memories of time of my past. breaking the lust. Those days when we lived in the house of lies. spinning good-byes. We've lost all the passion to live and to survive.