Know the message of the blessed three given the gift of prophecy of the twentieth. century the virgin Mary gave. One by one the secrets came sworn to be true in god's.
My voice echoes. It fills the town. Searching for you, who can't be found. I close my eyes and sleep. I feel you again. I'm burning inside, my fever's rising high.
I am turned. I am turned to my real self. I know my fate. My fate is what I accept. The imminent end,. Trust in the eternal faith. It made me who I am.
You've got two choices the right and wrong side of the way. You've already chosen, so it's all the same. You shot down the old man to demostrate your power.
What will bring me hope. I see the death of my soul. That's sure, that not your smile. You can't say me that was all. . I see my fear in your eye. That brings shadow to my life.
Welcome to my sweet dementia. I'm asleep so I only feel ya. No one's here so don't be afraid of. all the voices that you brought with ya. I've been waiting so long.
I hang down helpless into the water. Impaled to a piece of iron, can't stand it longer. Past 'n' future are the same I've got to forget myself. I count on nobody only on my help.
El amar ti es porder. Te condena la muerte. Segn el deseo. A sngre fria, que cunde,. Scacar de raiz, estoy perdido. No puedo soportar a ese hombre. . Lo siento mucho.
New page - They say it's a new way. Won't change - Rules are all the same. Control - Freedom is a symbol. New fight - Let's get ready to rumble. . I don't want the same shit.
here I watch the midnights go and all this searching has to stop. and how long this road appears and how uncertain in the night. I've got so far to go and oh so little time.
"nowhere will be world, but inside". . there could be a future, I see it bright, I don't see. it clear. there is a place, I'm part of it with you. there is joy and all the pleasure.
I'm the slave of my past. More and more. Life never gonna be. Like was before. I can't digest. What I have seen. Silence inside. Makes me scream. . Hold me please.
Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy sky. Snatch darkness from these hours. devoid of evening and morning. devoid of stars and funereal lightnings..
(Desember '91). En ukjent stemme kalte. Fra taarnet hvor ingen bodde. Fra bortenfor skogen. Hvor intet levde. Et rop i droemmen saa skjoent. Som stemmen til dronningen av natten.
(March -92). Ingen stillhet her ute - en droem. Her hvor maanen raar - en droem. Jeg hater denne skog. hvor ingen fare truer. Ingen ulv. ingen bjoern.
Cold eyes of fire talk to me. Stillborn desire in the air I breathe. In our wanton spirits I read. Closure, nauseating rites. A face and heart I heed.
What made you think that we know?. If truth is a virus we're healthier than we know. Shaken, taken, hardly mistaken, withheld purpose. No clue of this life, cultured and nurtured with selection.