Twisted in your own philosophy, nothing but hypocrisy. Going somewhere in life, covered with nothing but strife. Talk about your goals, your testimony filled with holes.
Hooks attached, to the ends of the chain. Through the air, at the speed of light. Inflicting pain. Provoking all of your instincts, to fight. . Dragged through the flames.
Cast down. From a holy place. Like lightning into the earth. Shockwaves in heaven. After this there is no search. The Pentagram catches a blaze!. System sends you to the grave.
A sense of strength. Sorrows of reality. Within my arms length. I must be dreaming. With you I find peace. I search for you, without cease. TetraHydro.
This is the end of the journey amongst us. You've seen the craziest dreams and lived your worst nightmares. Is there anything left you have to sacrifice?.
Social discontents. To the guillotine. Another global raid. Without an end. . Endless combat throughout the world. Loyalists wage world war again. Decades of animosity.
Father, raise your sons. Not to prosper. But to be devoured in flame. For by the purging fires of war. They shall be judged in your place. . Burn, the fires burn.
Global incubasis. Apocalyptic depression encrusts. Its foul eggs in the surface. Racial necrosis. Undergoing experiment. Prestigious are the malformed.
Global incubasis. Apocalyptic depression encrusts. Its foul eggs in the surface. Racial necrosis. Undergoing experiment. Prestigious are the malformed.
Raise us to opulence and power. We take this bundle of thorns. . Follow us to post-modern victory. The kingdom of the golden chariot. . Tainted woman give your silver.
Disposed to exercise. Absolute authority. . The dark windows of time. Reveal my charming desires. Impelling need to dominate. Establishing my dynasty.
As they made their journey in 1000 BC. Headed for Britain, they were subdued. By the Entity.... . They erected Stonehenge for human sacrifice. War was in their blood, the air was cold as ice.
Spurred on by hope of conquest. Lusting for spice and gold. Into the churning seas. In the frail bark of tiny boats. . Embedded in the soil of every continent.
Ten lost tribes, slaves in chains. As the scriptures tell of their pains. Torn from lands, chosen roam. The Assyrian kings claim the throne. . Ten lost tribes, the throne they seek.
Telephone ringing at your home again. Give them. your donation. You do. the best you can. . These motherfuckers. Get you in their game, playing with your prayers.
Here is so desolate;. Times, they are dark. Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar. . Empathy arises. whilst thou drapest this world in black;. The only colour that can paint my soul.
based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,. is translated by the undersigned,. and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg. . Hear!.
Await the coming storm.. Behold the sign in the sun.. Chaos upon us spawn!. The arrows of time points us all.. Oh, well, the maddening laughter. growing louder with the memories..
These constellations. gleaming at us from afar. They give rise to frigid memories. in my mind. My stellar memetoes are the brightest. signs that twinkle away.
so many days are spent. pacing away to me. oh it's an accident?. trivial honesty. . lay your pulses on the road. lay your wisdom on the road. . split the difference darling.