I cry and my eyes spill blood onto the floor.. Acheron flows in silence,. And the noise intensifies my pain.. No will to speak.. Not even enough hope left to weep. Anymore:.
They look through their rose-coloured glasses,. At the beauty of the world.. They're so blind and fucking ignorant,. That love's all they see.. Any sorrow they come across never cuts deep,.
I have not seen myself for ages.. This empty shell cares no longer for life.. Slowly replacing the flesh with steel,. So that I may carry on.... Unfettered by this mortality..
I pray. To the god of war. To stop this storm. Of raining blood. To end this war. Keep you away. From the demon's thorns. . This is a nightmare. And we can't wake up.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.. . Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.. . Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.. . Round about the cauldron go;. In the poison'd entrails throw..
I look at the horizon. As the everlasting sky. Just like it is on fire. And the sun is about to die. Forever you are calling me. Forever i hear your voice.
Behind the walls I hide where the sun cannot reach me. Within the tower where you can't see my face. Through dust I slowly stride where the night is forever.
Welcome, friends to feast upon the mighty bowels of God - the late. In putrid stench our supper is served - rejoice and rejuvenate.. Eat the sins - the rotten flesh. Devour what's left behind..
Spawned by frost wastelands. Out of ice and snow and shadows born. The legions that now stand ready. The fight and die for the Ogre Lord. . The hordes of darkness are gathered.
Upon the moor. A ragged shape. So silent stand. In your dreams. With outstretched wings. The Angel dance. So dark and fearful. Can you see his face?. And then another vision.
Pale shines the moon above me. It lights my way through the desert night. How much further do I have to wander?. How much more must I sacrifice?. . Mentioned only by the mad one.
Thursday night. The moon shines bright. The witching hour strikes. You stand at the crossroads. You summon me. Up from hell. With rhymes and spells. I will buy what you sell.
Voices, sweet and beckoning. In your mind, leads you the way. Guides you through the blackened night. They've promised that you'll be safe. . Shadows dance before your eyes.
See me walk.... I'm a blasphemy. Made not by god. But the power of his name i live. . Look into my eyes. Empty and hollow.... What you see. Is my unholy soul.
Torn apart. The moonlit night. The silence. And then no more. Left to die. In another dream. I would shine. It would be mine.... . The silent one before me rise.
On this night we dance in the moonlight. Our feet are bare in the cold white snow. Our stiff bones move so slowely. Nut we will dance until our shrouds fall off.
I saw them dancing in the streets. An innocent play with aclors unknowing. Celebrating this ancient pagan feast. Unleashing my spirit. The shadows are growing.
I am ready. I am waiting for you. Come whenever it pleases you. By my bed, a lock of my hair. I have said farewell. I won't despair. . I've heard your steps.
Got a god and her bless. I want everything she offers and won't settle for less. I see heaven under my feet as well as over my head. Bet you wish you was already dead.
Most deals don't need deliberation. That's what I thought. You sung in a language. That I don't really know. And didn't dare to get tought. He who said there's gold around the corner.