Today they've found another one,. Lifeless on the cold subway-floor.. His face was turned to his back ... -. The same way the other died before.. Drain the mortals to their last convulsion.
White as snow lie my lover's bones. in the soft, velvet soil of the vault,. And I, his bride, sleep by his side,. To celebrate our sacred love.. At times it seems that I'm existing only.
"Rasch, beeilt Euch, steigt hinab, ich hrt' ihn atmen dort im Grab!. Bringt Licht herbei, brecht auf den Sarg!. Was zaudert ihr?! Tut, wie ich sag',. bevor sein Herz gibt auf den Schlag...!.
Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads. transforming us cruelly into marionettes.. Everything I feel is pain. and the Devil holds us in his hands..
Tongue of silence, lick my lips,. steal my thoughts, steal my pride.. My soul lies offered as I'm waiting,. intoxicate me when you step inside.... Hold my hands, my hands are trembling,.
Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: the stained glass, all viole(n)t, enhancing the gloom. Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, some unknown disease. Its symptoms are madness, caused by the music in his head, sung by an endless choir, called:.
Toys, as a nice fucking gift,. Meanwhile we rip your face. And eyes from their sockets,. While you sit back and suck it!. . I truly sincerely hope you would die! x4.
So Solid, ladies and gentleman. Im about to resort to violence. Yo, this is a So Solid criminal gangster production. Listen 'cause you dont play games you know trust me.
The finest. As light goes out, you learn to hold on. You learn to appreciate the finer things in life. The finest. . If I had a choice, I'd always choose a love.
Tell me. If you still care. Tell me. If you still care. . Lyrics courtesy the Top40db.. . Let me know. Have you started to lose. Your love for me. And if so.
Surely they must know that the end is near. The locusts breed, infesting eyes and ears. . Civilization lies in ruin beneath a cold sun. The tempest has torn through the world.
Feeding the machine. Driven by morbid avarice. (your) weakness and fear. Replaced with valor for your Queen. . It is with pleasure I extract your beating heart.
She said: "Life isn't so fine. after all, let it come if it has. to come" What she meant. was she couldn't find words. she was sick and tired of the. tears. She said: "I'll use.
Astral servitors drone. Upon horns and pipes in sonorous monotone. To announce the Old Ones' arrival. As the portal yawns from the bowels of the void.
As we lie on this bed of roses. We can see it rise in the distance. A tall and beautiful tower. Vladimir Tatlin meant to be the 7th wonder. The 7th wonder of the world.
Upon the carcass of the old god. We gather where the dread shadows walk.. We distort the wills of weak drones. Cathedrals built from the bones of the flock.
disdain words. dyes your liar tongue. the darkest gate's open. I have seen this vision. rewrote poems. a trip through bitter irony. you sold your soul.
Born with the heart of a lion. But force-fed deprived of free will. Everything is taken,. I'll fight it back. . Robbed of idead and desires. And instincts are opressed by will.
That one who has gone in the night, in deep distance.. Closed in the Circle and possessing knowledge. But refusing this You, living as heathen, pitiful and unhappy..