As stories may be told, this dawning in a time of the old,. "Once upon a time there was a man as glorious as the gold;. the essence of the child being raised in the air.".
They come across the sea from the island of eternity. Dark ships with banners high, the whole world in their sight. They are the Godly race, suppressing every place.
A story is told, of a demon like man. Way back in the dark, a forsaken land. . Taker of souls into the depths of hell. Taker of souls on earth he dwells.
[Originally performed by Simon and Garfunkel]. . Hello darkness, my old friend,. I've come to talk with you again,. Because a vision softly creeping,.
Demons on his black steed. Racing through forests night. His heads is nowhere to be found. It's a terryfying sight. Hew scours 'round the countryside.
I turn around, it's so unreal,. Dreadful sight, bloodstained steel. Reality begins to fade. All i see is slayer's blade. A warrior who feats on doom. Gathers darkness provokes gloom.
Sometimes I feel so deep. Die Nacht ruft nach mir. Sometimes I feel so weak. Ich flster' zu Dir. . Night by night. Nacht fr Nacht. Close and far. und doch so nah.
An old weak gray man on the hill. Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale. . He remembers the old days, shadows of past. The old days, memories he's lost.
Shout. Shout. Let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on. I'm talking to you. Come on. . In violent times. You shouldn't have to sell your soul.
Do you believe in heaven above. Do you believe in love. Don't tell a lie; don't be false or untrue. It all comes back to you. Open fire!. On my burning heart.
Dem Tod gerade entsprungen. Die Jahreszeit der Lebensfreud'. Dunkle Weisheit hab' ich errungen. Ich bin ein Teufelskind. . Bezaubernd, toter Himmel. Soll shnen all mein Leid.
A deep gray nursery. Creche a poor and dirty cage. Dreams of wonderland. Will never come true in this world. . Born into this misery. Never knowing any reason why.
[Incomprehensible] flames of fire, destroying the world's illusion. Your own created nightmare stabs you to death. Listen to your hypocrisy, your everlasting false belief.
The days lean against. One another. And glide slowly into slippers. Of gathering darkness. Eve walks with velvet tread. Towards my orchard. Sinks in the tarn within me.
Deserts of vast eternity. from which I cannot escape. Oh, woe be upon me. The pain of solitude. . Choirs of damnation. Chanting in my dreams. 'Life shall be no more.
In a transparent myriad of men. I stand, transfixed. I am lost, searching. . "Am I the Crestfallen?" I ask. There is no light.... "Am I the Blinded?" I ask.
Got me some secondhand traumas. They transformed mind into flesh. And lead to the untimely death of the child inside. . Fall asunder... now!. And bleed like me, see it's easy.
War is much more than a disagreement of thought and a battle born of strife. Where many will stand and many will fall while bystanders will question the point.
So terrified, yet so in control, adrenaline be thy saviour. Have I only seconds to live, merely moments to go? Adrenaline thy benefactor. Feeling the blood as it pulses and flows, adrenaline is thy master.