The rain is turning to sleet. Se deep unside, black tears. Are falling. The sleet is turning to snow. . Delight of cold. The cry of storm. Beaside my soul.
Spell. Feeling Bewitched By A Dream. Dream Has Been Changing For Time. . After. The Time Has Shown Me The Mistake. Mistake Of A Liar. . Now. Trapped Of This Life Without A Light.
I know it's late. I shouldn't call at this hour. But it's my fate. I need lips to devour. My nervous system. Is shut all right. I won't sleep unless you.
Let's ride. Uh, uh, uh, let's ride. Uh, uh, uh, let's ride. . Gonna have a party to release this thing that's on my mind. Hit the dance floor two step my blues away.
Across the light blue sky. There are nothing but clouds. And all the trees once green. Have dropped their lifeless leaves. . Where is the blackest rose?.
Now finally on the way. Strong winds will take us home. No one we will obey. But our gods all alone. The oars are gliding in. The blackened nordic sea.
The wideness of the air is my domain. Mine is the sky. Mine are the omniscient eyes. Brother of the tempest and the wind. Master of all. The Gates of Tenebra within.
On and on. Creeping through my mind. A siren's song, a guiding light. Rainy nights. Fading in the wind. Imprisoned there, in dreams within. . There is a way.
Futures' light. Shines upon us. In a rainy night. Only one. Little answer. Hides behind your velvet eyes. Lack of love. Doesn't hinder. Men from doing what they please.
Always complainin, That's Correct. Sick of your lies, That's Correct. Ive heard your bullshit, That's Correct. Too many times, That's Correct. . I dont know what I'll say.
While the Sea of Sand's getting larger - in ev'ry Step you take. You'll find yourself attracted by the Glimpse of Fury deep inside. In ev'ry Moment, to ev'ry Direction - the perfect Angle sends his Light.
I walk this path in silence. A frozen dawn appears where I set my sight. Stare into the shadows' wideness. Past dreams that I can't freeze. To end this winter's night.
600 years ago, when the tyrant had to die. all the horror and the torment had an end. and man could laugh again while the corpse was burning high. and they strewed away his ashes in the wind.
Here take this guiding hand. I lead you through this land and far below. Your journey here might end. Just trust a good old friend, the way he shows. Although it's getting cold.
The sarcastic demise is calling. For the fragile souls of our times. Sensitive senseless mourning. From the ones who gave up their lives. Revolution for self evolution.
Leading quiet lives of desperation, we maniacally cling to the unreal.. Life pursues its stranglehold, upon us, its pain revealed.. We, as a race, are frail and weak, crises leave us paralyzed..