Six curses from a spiritual wasteland. What is it, that makes the nightmare so real. What is it, that makes the world so fucked. . I wasn't born to play their games.
And yea tho' you walk in the shadow of self. Do not be afraid if you find it in hell. Do not be a slave to just what has been. To make the virtue of demons is the "ultimate" sin!.
To the victor the spoils. As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains. Outside - War! The ruthless slay. Basking in horrors as my tyranny reigns.
Now!. . Kick it in!. . Above the city the hillside it burns. The witches drink the demon sperm. Conjure the fires that first lit the Earth. Summon lightning to stab at the world.
This, this was my call to your arms. Sounding silent alarms. Will you love me when you hear me lie?. This last time. . I've seen a sea of change. This fleeting love that leaves me alone.
[Theme Lead: Dan]. . Days are passing and filled with sighs. Tears of blood cried. How you crucified. With every breath I feel the pain. Goin' insane from the games you play.
Super god or so he claims. Making is living off of you. Addiction from the goods you receive. He knows what his poison can do. Lifestyle means nothing more.
Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways. They show me the right path into your home,. in the city's depth. Down here are the villages of hope for the artists.
Cartridge siedges of racer teams. slide in tubes through icey streams,. slide in curve from 6 and 8. Thrills in centigrades. Suits as tight as second skin.
Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights. I seek the hiding of my life. out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills. in a daze. . Sorry, Mr. Pain. I go made without warning.
Space, their true asylum. The ancient ones they travel on. The architects of our way. In the dark we stay. . The knowledge that you seek is deep inside you.
On and on this is my way. I've made up my mind. But will I find what I search for. Soon I will reach the western shore. . Far behind in the distance. Lie the fires of doom.
My soul has spoken, a part of me just died. And I feel sorry for all the things I've done. . You tore me apart this time and there we were against eachother.
I came here to see the stained glass. And God raising his hand in the temple's window. A ray of light is shinning through. The divine soul's prism in the temple's window.
I will dance and it will make. The world rise from the dead beneath my feet. I will wave the threads of sand. That will fall on my breasts. When i finnish my dance.
When he kisses without doubt. He dances at the edge of desire. He is silent when his warm mouth. Are subjugating her conscience. . Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back.
[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus Lyrics by Marco Kehren and Alex Kurtagic]. . Spawn of grand whore. It is no surprise that I sow such twilight. misery.
[Music and Lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]. . There's Me, I've fallen from grace.. An angel to be, but without wings.. Exhalting pain, as you belief..
[Music and Lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]. . It was invoked in my dreams.. Moreover, I desired it. My life-elixir;. it has been taken from me, to the very last pearl..
Dropped in seclusion. The eye of the storm. The art of deception. Influence inform. Its empty, consuming. Wish I could forestall the morning I become betrayer of them all.