Glowing segment of the sun. Rising higher in our hearts. Facing our harmless wish. To hold tomorrow every day. . Tomorrow dies, tomorrow dies. In our hands, in our sighs.
I saw it again. The wind walking on water. Touching the waves with his feet. Never sinking - always sliding. . I heard him again. Whispering your name.
The beast rises from the waters beyond, but we won't see it - you and me. - we won't see it, because it is a part of ourselves - the serpent. The reign carries on, endlessly, like the waters of time.
Tied to a post and with brutality of the period- burned. Fastened upon a hurdle and drawn at the horse's tail. Through mud an mire. Ceremoniously hanged and then quarted.
The time is not my ally. I swing at the edge of the words. I await eternally. the moment I have dreamed of. temptation of elements. neverending is so great.
why do you rise me above the clouds. and I hear the voice of my lust. that I hid away from the light. only desire can be the wind in my dreams. maybe the wind will find a look in nameless mirror.
the storm, that the flames of black art have started. the storm, which has left the symbol of thousand fires. the storm, which gives the thousand minds.
Let it be the longest journey. the longest journey of your existence. let's meet on the border of magic. the border of tangibility and fantasy. where the darkness fascinates.
swimming on black wings of winds. I am flying up in a gravely valley of my dream. I am falling in the tub full of blood. I am dreaming about crying portraits.
Trials tortures executions. Fire gender extermination. . Collective hysterics, crazes. Mass murder and panics. Witch - hunts resulted in trials and tortures and executions.
The scent of dark red death. Summoned from the land beyond the time. You light the lusts on the altar of darkness. Sinister mistress of crime. . I feel like you and this is so elitist.
I emerge with a dirge, I'll speak until my death rattle. There's a war outside the blackboard jungle prepare for battle. Those who sleep the American dream will wake tonight.
Tongues lost in me. Yours be the sharp and the vile. Glide neath my skin. Storm through my nerves. . I bury the nomad years. Hours in the earth. Couldn't exorcise these searing.
faintly arisen / tenderly torn. dreamlike decision, unconsciously born. . firm in conviction yet tempt me they can. deny me of trust and a demon I hide.
Come death of dearling. The claws of the raven hold fast. Oh, enticed and starving. A lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood, the seeker's eye. Unlight flood, the seeker's eye.
Come death, or dearling. the claws of the raven hold fast. Enticed and starving. a lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood the seeker's eye. . Come flame or false hope.
Let no one be themselves. Turn of the century lies. Not within the others. Turn on the wretchful eye. . The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered.
Lyrics: Stanne. There is a silent man in a tower. Mute in a blinded world. Yet words dance on virgin lips. Freezing the winds of blood. Clad in layers of darkest velvet.
gentle storm / thundering silence. inferior force / uncontrolled calm. vital unlike / logic/chaos/logic. . the tone of which his birth ascend. the beat that of a heart descend.