"Do you think the day will come,. When beast and man will worship our kingdom?. For all that I was will die,. In the ravishing beauty of your eyes.".
A lonely man is walking. His face is so sad. His future is unknowing. Unknowing his past. . It's winter in his heart. He never wants to smile. A sword is hanging hand.
Welcome, the prince of a royal family. We accept your heritage of carnage and all of the dirty dealings. Heir to a throne, by all means, necessary. All hail to the thieves of democracy.
In these moments of unlimited grief. There is pain not to be forgotten. Not even joy can throw its light. Over this darkened place. misery gets enjoyable.
I sense the presence of an overwhelming fear. Freezing my soul distorts my visions once so clear. . Stagnated inside this frozen personality. Reflecting what the fuck's inside of me?.
another year grows cold and closer still to another year. i take an image - a scent of us - and will it to become. closed eyes send you back to me. and you will never leave again.
this red. now. writing in red. ever. bleeding red. oh. wanting red at rest. upon the red sea. it will be red. this red. now. to silence me. ever. feeding me.
Let's go!. Waaa-yeah!. How about this one?. How about this one?. Rubber baby buggy bumpers, yeah!. Rubber baby buggy bumpers. Yeaaah!. How about this one?.
Call me the lord of all wars, call me the lord of storms. Call me the lord of all hate and disorder. My reign shall not be complete until the whole defeat.
Seasons change like night and day. This one being night. In shadows of solitude. Situation now arise. What's this they tell me. The tale of his sins. En route to emptiness.
It was the mighty empire, fallen from grace. The ten glorious kingdoms of the superior race. Created by ancient Gods, dominion in days of yore. Rulers from the unknown land, not found anymore.
Rage! Rage! Rage! Rage!. . Rage Hard!. . Laugh like the head of Apollo. Young and strong on the wings of tomorrow. Rise up in millions get off your knees.
Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the track, jerking out of scrubs. Getting clasped by the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall.. Shattered gargoyles on the ground. Their eyes staring up on their pebble-drooling congeners and on moss grown sculptures..
My victim's chosen the time is right. Ritual. Death like a mist engulfs you tonight. Ritual. The purest of hate unleashed upon thee. Ritual. Most sadistic traits of inhumanity.
And Ill borrow the famous last words, the poisoned nightingales final verse, the stolen glass shards that remind us of the part when we were growing up, not growing old.
Helpless she flies through the darkness over the abyss of her lost. thoughts.. In her mind, like the eternal fight between black water masses and. unholy.
What do you feel in the blackness of night.. The coat of darkness covers your damned soul.. Fire - ready to fight.. Burning fields - moonlight.. Torchures - sparkling swords..