Tongues lost in me. Yours be the sharp and the vile. Glide neath my skin. Storm through my nerves. . I bury the nomad years. Hours in the earth. Couldn't exorcise these searing.
faintly arisen / tenderly torn. dreamlike decision, unconsciously born. . firm in conviction yet tempt me they can. deny me of trust and a demon I hide.
Come death of dearling. The claws of the raven hold fast. Oh, enticed and starving. A lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood, the seeker's eye. Unlight flood, the seeker's eye.
Come death, or dearling. the claws of the raven hold fast. Enticed and starving. a lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood the seeker's eye. . Come flame or false hope.
Let no one be themselves. Turn of the century lies. Not within the others. Turn on the wretchful eye. . The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered.
Lyrics: Stanne. There is a silent man in a tower. Mute in a blinded world. Yet words dance on virgin lips. Freezing the winds of blood. Clad in layers of darkest velvet.
gentle storm / thundering silence. inferior force / uncontrolled calm. vital unlike / logic/chaos/logic. . the tone of which his birth ascend. the beat that of a heart descend.
[music: Brandstrom, Jivarp, Henriksson]. . deeper shades of red descending. smear our names, the stains unending. turn forgiveness,. break the lens distorted.
Let me tell you about the loss of all. the failing of all that we hold dear. Wrapped up nicely in ourselves. . Chaos resolves. that which order defiles.
upon our evening when the sun fired blanks. there rode the sickness out of our sight. carried torches burned out long before it's time. among these ruins where our love to be found.
[music: Brandstrom, Jivarp, Henriksson]. . what we always fear and loathe. becomes of us. repay the visit of our loss. reset the marks again. the turning point.
Unless another wall is breaking. Nothing can come of this elusive. Against our better judgement. (allow) our image to stand ground. turn around and. .
Devoid of life. Far from the strengthening force. From which it feeds. The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee. Behold the answers that darkness sets free.
A human force, stronger than logic. Beyond the focus and the grander ideas. One microcosmos in this wretched piece of hell. Distant memories of what empathy we felt.
What if you are an island of sorrow?. Then I'll be the raging sea. What if you are the region's dreams?. Then I'll be the storm, all where fire rages.
Come and dance through my vanity's hall. Welcome to my exhibition. Ornaments fall. The fate of my art, condemned. . And the creative seed. That grows to the tune of the harvest song.
Eventually they'll come. Your name has been called. Out for aeons. To claim the blood. And salvage what remains. . For once we've seen the fragile nature.
To remain objective. to a closer call. Secretly rejected. and to mediocrity fall. caught on the downslopes of life. . the patted shoulder remembers. the elbowed side resists.
You try to hide. The fact hidden from yourself. Your own favorite entertainer. Is none other than. The one we call you. And you need the others. To fortify your disgust.