Phantom Of The Opry. ( Written by Billy Lawson / John Schweers / Roger Murrah ). . Around midnight. A shadow appears on center stage. And sings a haunting melody.
[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre Cr]. . Au-del de toute tristesse. De tout mpris.... . La douleur ineffable,. Qu'est la mlancolie.... Rampe dans le c?ur des mortels....
For we're the outstretched fingers. That seize and hold the wind. . The strangeness of awakening. In an oh, so silent world. Breathlessly waiting for the first.
The road behind is crumbling. Time is paved by agony. So many signs before me. The way ahead I cannot see. So many things that I long for. The way ahead it ceased to be.
Why cause our passion to run and hide. Drown it beneath the rising tide. And cause it shatter upon this earth. Refuse the wonder of its birth?. . Sweet sound of yesterday.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . THY WILL BE DONE. AS WE WALK INTO THE WAR. WHAT YOU COMMAND WE`RE DYING FOR. AS THEY ALL DROWN.
Lonesome under stars tent. Walks through the silent hour. Boy wakes out of weird dreams. His face decaying it seems. . Crazed woman weeps open hair. In the window staring barred.
Better go and get.. Better inside.. Better go and get.. Here inside.. . I told you I would get you.. The back of the house.. I told you I would find you..
A call to arms won't help you now. You fell from grace, don't make a sound. You call it fate but where, where is your soul?. Oh no!. A call to arms won't help you now.
Turn around, The mirror shows your picture. A womans face, with a newborn mind. Looking good, raise your naked arms. And feel the smell, Temptation of the night.
Quite early that morning. Was awake long before that beep sound (beep). Outside my window there was a fire or could it just be the sunrise I. never had known.
The empire beyond the seas. When sun does not decease. Glory to my king. . Greatest is our land. Honour and glory to my good king. King of both the land and sea.
"We would like to invite you on a journey. A tale of an instrument of death. Watch us as we pass the axe.". . [Blaze]. I took the axe off the shelf in the tool shed.
We would like to invite you on a journey. A tale of an instrument of death. Watch us as we pass the axe.. . [Blaze:]. I took the axe off the shelf in the tool shed.
(Make me). Into the one you want, into the one you need you bend and. (Break me). You watch me separate myself from who I really am. To fit into your plan.
"Sometimes he knows his present being just a result of former voyages, journeys. odysseys to scenes revealing to him facilities of which existence he better.
Flowers are fed by the guilty sun. guilty for keeping the life command. winds grow to stroms, storms bear futher sons. this is my breed ... this is the cycle of need..
In an earlier age Pandemonium - the first city of hell - stood on a. lave mountain while lightning tore the clouds above it and beacons. burned on its walls to summoning the fallen angels..