Are there no shadows where you are?. I can see everything as day. Problems that you try to hide away. Pushing me aside. (You're pushing me aside). . Could the winter calm come twice?.
Locking eyes the waning glance, mistook chance. Inviting meaning to the words forever. Broken silence, defiance, misspoke turn. Will I see you again if ever?.
Do they not have pen or paper where you are?. 'Cause I haven't heard from you in ages. I relive each memory. From time to time, read notes exchanged. With all those scented pages.
Thought we were past this. Thought we moved on. But I guess I was wrong. Do we not learn from mistakes?. Do we not have what it takes?. Are you the cure or disease?.
Dear little girl, so much hurt for such a young age. Trapped inside a pretty little lie your body's betrayed. Don't fix your eyes on a fix you'll rely on.
Well here we are again, where we ended long ago. You didn't learn, and I didn't listen to my friends. Well where do we go from here? Tried to walk away.
Later that day we made our way to the old cathedral door. A flame, a figure, a shadow. Walked away towards the tower alone. We must be close nearby. Hope cannot find our own way.
Dette er en meget srgelig historie. Om en mand ved navn, Skipper Bent. Som led skiftevis ude for Mns Klint.. . Skibet sank ude for Mns Klint. Der kom en kmpe meteor.
The boy walked round the jagged rocks. caught between ideals and desires. He sinks into oblivion. And there was silence, as he sat so still. Averted face stares at the floor.
Somewhere the blast furnace explodes. Plumes of amber in the night sky. Each explosion bounces. >From horizon to horizon. >From horizon... to horizon.
The day flees the town with a drunkard's yell. Silence from the slaughterhouse. And the midnight bell. Shudders down Shambles alley. Slamming shutters.
Material folds. >From rough, modest clothes. Slabs of cold sacred stone. The peasant girl kneels. In strips of feeble water light. Slim fingers clasped.
Winter words blow the trees. Creatures trapped have to fall. Hear their howls claw the sky. Whispers follow Shantell. Shantell sleeps, tables creak. Mirrors start to speak.
Keeper of the Talisman of miraculous, virtues and powers. Greedy alchemist with inhuman knowledge endowed. Chosen initiate guardian of the unknown grialic plants.
On the blue-green rising, falling tide. Breathing in the pebbles. Sighing out the salt breeze. Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields. Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate.
I slept in the fires of Hades. But did not burn. I breathed in sulphorous vapors. To reach the astral plane. . I tamed the three-headed Cerberus. Then devoured his flesh.
Captured in this paradise of light. I can only feel lost. No grief, no pain. How to maintain. This world is no longer mine. A warlord I was, cities we took.
Lie in the pale summer heat. Find a clock as it ticks. Oh, to never sleep. But the clock ticks so loud. Like the cracking of whips. Till the sun slowly heaves.
Torches to guide the way. To walk the misty paths. The forest seems like a shelter. On this cold winter night. . A huge fire is reflecting shadows. Of youth and old age.
Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest.. The howling of Wallachian wolves,. a serenade to the dreariest soul.. . I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved,.