On a cold wintery mountain. He draws the final curtaln. The hermit cries. As his inner soul dies. . Golden sand. Crimson land. He's alone on his world.
Lightning flashers in swollen skies. Thunder rumbles, angels cry. Storms are coming from heavens above. The beginning of the end, has just begun. . You were told (to clean up your act, you've got only one chance).
[Originally performed by Soft Cell]. . Sometimes I feel I've got to... run away,. I've got to... get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me..
Victory and glory. Are all that you see. Conquer your enemies. Before they flee. Look at the fear. It gleams in their eyes. Realize tonight they may die.
Borrow my imagination for a little while. How can I comfort you? You say you like it this way. Night or day - it's the same to you.. Until that day I plant mercury globeflowers in my garden and until that night your beams make the flowers explode and spread your seeds..
We've been blind pretending we can see. Been as dazed as dazed can be. We'd turn up to the light to see what the darkness looks like. . Let's share this vigil.
Enslaved by the sea. You can't resist. Surrounded. By darkness. At powers devours. Your mind. Dark forces. Avenging the past. . On a banished raft. Body so shrinked.
A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling. His eyes closed with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork scraping his plate.. Facing him sits a filthy oldie shaking his dentures like castanets. Whistling through his nostrils, giggling with tears in his eyes..
Clouds of grief sweeps across the horizon. Drowning in crimson glory. Decayed remembrance of an ancient era. The fog of the ocean will always encounter itself.
My tentacles ache. This phantom pain is oh so confusing. I'm extraneous matter to the world. And so estranged. . Look at me any way you want. My components are human and human and human and human.
When they tell you that it's all in your head. The unrelenting screams of both the living and the dead. And they tell you that the war is over, the dead are buried deep.
It's light as a feather, snaps right together, it's the one. It weathers the storm and the grimness of war, it's the one. It clears out the trenches with power and vengeance, it's the one.
Armed. No it was more than that, armed to the fucking teeth was possibly more apt a description, and the civilians this war surrounded played no real part apart from being there, which I suppose is a part in itself..
I'm a selfish fiend. Yeah and I lust for me. And I wanna see. The world coming to an end. . Some call it blasphemy, others treachery. But i've no, i've no pity.
It's an ideal as old as man itself, a value obscured, yet never deceased. A way of life that must go on, a knowledge that lives in the hearts of the chosen.
Imagine everything well see, the air is good here, come with me, the weight of my teardrops fragily. As the condensation drips from my drink, it makes me stop, it makes me think, about us together,.
You found salvation in the lord before you left without a explanation. You left my heart in a sorrow state, others underestimate how I feel when youre gone.
For so long I've been walking on the path of my life. This way it hurts my feet but bravely I'm going on. Straight ahead, with no staff to support me.
Death. I'm dying. Laying on the bed that will be my last one. The faces of my beloved surround me. They'll all pass me away. . I have no fear,. My time is done and it's time to leave.