Free my spirit from the flesh. free my soul from the mediocre state of mortality. I shall dance with the ravens that circle the sky. between dream and death through eternity.
The wolves howled at the moon. That chilly autumn night. And cold winds whispered through. The scattered leaves. . When the first light from. A late, yet crimson dawn.
the mist of blue frost. falls the proud valleys of the north. an iceage of terror. as silent as snow hides the hills. in this frozen land I ride. as the northern light guides my way.
So cold an embrace. From the dead,. Yet so familiar arms. That used to belong. That used to belong to a queen. . So cold a kiss.. So cold a kiss from the lips..
burning midnight skies. the blaze of the stars is calling again. wispering mystic chorus. a promise of immortality. . take my soul to where the falcons fly.
a massive lust-like rage I feel. yet calm, rejoiced, I am. the so lifegiving daylight went. then night, so pure, became. with the shining, ancient, moon.
this is the dusk of the week!. northern storms are silent,. yet it blows in the north. northern kings are sleeping,. yet kings rule. . ten centuries of torment.
I am the writer of the plays, played at the theatre of pain. I am the joker in the most evil of all games. I host the circus of the plague. SO!!. Cut me with glass.
Invisible, the man on the street. The voice of silence, you don't want to meet. The homeless, the poor, society's dregs. The drunk and the junkie, the woman who begs.
This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I'll ever know. This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I'll ever know. This is the last breath I'll ever know.
The mirror stands in me. It's got more heart than I do, how did I get this way?. How did I get this way?. The mirror stands in me. . It's got more heart than I do, how did I get this way?.
[Sometimes it's necessary to put things in a very basic, a very plain, way.]. . "Don't let them make you think let them make you think your doubt is disbelief.".
Still and silent in the tomb. The mystery it starts to move. Bound and wrapped golden faced. Disorder fills the sacred place. . Invisible in their mindst illusive in disguise.
Every culture race and creed. Domination runs through its veins. The bad seed. Condemning integration to survive. So vicious is self righteousness. All blood runs red.
Time heals, time heals old wounds. Bad habits die hard, bad habits die hard. Tired of, tired of self. Tired of selfinfliction, selfinfliction, selfinfliction.
All in the answer. All in the answer. . Battle call of the fathers. Personnal war of the elite. Hypnotized by symbols. Idols and coloured rags. Condems full attention.
Music and Lyrics by THE GREAT KAT. I drive you mad!. Make you crazy. A mental hospital is here for you!. You do what I say. Or face my wrath. I SCREW you tonight.
Lost horizons everywhere. The sun is grey and dark. A coach runs through the shattered night. Without a tone. Four winds howl into the night. It's cold and wet.
Stack stout logs for me in pile. By the shore of the Rhine. High and bright let a fire blaze. For the noble hero. With his sword he shall burn. The horse by his side.