You, the writer knew. You, the writer cared. Sold are things once told. Old are things once bold. . The diamonds and the gold they are for real. Depending on the way they make you feel.
Away you hypocrits. Who speak the words of truth. "I believe and you believe". IN FAILURE. "Try to picture this,. you'll feel new born again". Yes they all experienced,.
I, the needle regained in blood. I suffered your disease. For I am now the chosen one. The Wlf upon the sheep. . So, drowning in a sea. Of love and hatred.
I ran a trail of fire. Thru the meadow paths. Guided by the river banks. And trees from which they'll have me hang. Keep running away from the fire. Keep running away from the light.
Senses oh how could you fail us now;. I check your heart still makes a hissing sound. It's just another name for sorcery. We still believe in what we never see.
El viento con fuerza gema y lloraba. arrastraba su figura. llam a mi puerta vestida de negro en. una noche sin luna. . era la muerte,. ella me visit. y sin palabras,.
Na na na na na na na na (x3). . I go in, I go out. I go up, I go down. Tunnel o' love, tunnel o' love. I go back, I go forth. I go south and I go north.
A lightning rips the sky apart. The ground is covered with snow. The trees are torned by the winds from the past. And the sky is left with scars. I hear a voice from a distance.
A vast and naked landscape. bathes in the blood-red setting sun. A pale man dressed in cape,. walking on the field alone. His rod is dragged. along the soil he walks upon.
For the Sabbath of the seven witches. And their dance for the unholy arrival. As the warlord appears in crystal views. No eyes shall ever see again.. There are nights and there will be but nights.
Through Centuries of sorrows I have wandered.. With the Moonchildren have I searched.. In the black and sour soil I have dug deeper.. Possessed by a quest, to find truth in forgotten myths..
Then came the dark night of the souls.. A mystery veiled in secrets.. Every strike of the moon was followed. By suffering in every sense of the word..
Kur tavo laivai, Kunigaiksti Tvartiki?. Isksrode vandenis, terioje svetimus krantus.... Kur vikingu, kryzeiviu galvos...?. Kadaise puosusios tavos pilies vartus....
Read the signs. Don't flash your hidden vows. Written in the skyline. Deep in the city's plans. . I'm talking covers of magazines. A flagship for the company.
Invading. into the depths of writhing souls banished here,. their energy of martyrdom for his honour feeds my vision of utter hell,. I see the beauty of earth reversed therein,.
"Listen to my lifeless choirs,. listen to my voice beyond.... Behold the scythe in my bleach hands. and know this: It is time to leave...". . In an imperium beyond ethereal skies.
Quatre murs qui ruissellent. Je brle et je sommeille, oh , oh. Ton absence a tendance. A prendre de l'importance. C'est clair, quand j'y pense. Evanescente, a te ressemble.