The Presence. . Imagine yourself in a distant far off area in a far off. Place you've never been or known of before.... . Imagine the full moon illuminating brightly, almost maniacally, through drifting clouds..
The Lamentation. . Angels hover above in hysterical grief. What has happened here?. Spectators they gather around this cadaver. They shriek in great recoil.
Wake up in the morning feeling like Joe Jonas. (Hey, what up red dress). Got my brothers, we out the door. . We got the night upon us. Before I leave, grab my things 'cause I, I gotta pack.
Istnieje swiat. Tak blisko obok nas. Zamkniety gdzies. Dostepny tylko w snach. Nie masz, nie masz. Odwagi by tam wejsc. Nie wierzysz, ze potrafisz cieszyc sie.
Tak malo jeszcze wiesz. Tak malo siebie znasz. Przemierzasz tysiac swoich drg. I nie wiesz dokad pjsc. Kazdy nowy dzien. Dla Ciebie inny jest. Zamkniete slowa w cieniu lez.
In this B city Everything burns. You feel free It feels so good. In this kind of city Everywhere you walk in. You're taking drugs with your best friends.
Close, silent and calm. Veiled under warmth. You feel like summer. Rosed, flushed shy with love. Breaths getting caught. In the starry gaze of our thoughts.
Nature had taken the face of fear. Terror is painted around. Whispers and screams of pain. Are hovering in the night.. . The high priests are prepearing.
Under These Brooding Skies. Our Shadows Are Cast. Through This Deepest Winter. We Reminisce About Our Past. As Free Men We Rode. Over Hills, Under The Flaming Sun.
Finally from the depths of Egypt. Nocturnal arrival of the strange one. Thou who was worshipped by the nomads. Thou who was followed by beasts. . Abyssic born emerging from the sea.
[From the Genesis of Apocryphal Desire demo]. . Finally from the depths of Egypt. Nocturnal arrival of the strange one. Thy who was worshipped by the nomads.
I've got your picture. Of me and you. You wrote "I love you". I love you too. I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do. . Oh it's in color. Your hair is brown.
By Dave Fenton. . And again I wait for you. My tired hands are turning blue. . I'm not sure if it's night or day. My body's aching in the cold and rain.
Unholy dream. Beyond the crucified gods. Unholy awakening. Beyond the forgotten memories. The idol of a false paradise. In the mirror of time. Souls are struggling - silence!.
Lyrics by E.A.Robinson (1869-1935). . Dark hills at evening in the west. Where sunset hovers like a sound. Of golden horns that song to rest. Old bones of warriors underground..
Scarlet ribbons fall away.. she let's down her hair. polished lips that tear. your heart from your chest. All you're looking. All you're looking for..
I DONT. LOVE WHAT IVE DONE. ALL THESE MONTHS OF WEAR. I DONT KNOW WHERE I WAS. AND NOW. AT THIS ANCHOR LIKE AN ALTAR. I TIE AND TIE AND TIE. IF THIS NEVER ENDS.
Under. Shelter. Of sins and secrets.. Wait in silence.. In silence, four strangers,. They approach.. Not a word, not a sound.. the faces in the hill. come alive.
Light it up. a flash so thin. through a sky so grey. look away. our faces turned. its a plea to the ear. its a walk to my hands. its a fall to my feet.
Stay on your feet. Don't stop. Don't stop. Till you get to me. These are just parts we play. Quiet colors and quiet places. . But keep your eyes open wide.