In the night, in the circle of death. They congregate to hold a feast. There lies a body in the center of the ring. Each human soon becomes a beast. .
Sick and tired of living with this grief. Done with all the sorrow and the pain. Asphyxiated can no longer breathe. Anesthetized until I've gone insane.
Affectation was an early sign of a twisted mind. All virtues had faded away, apprehension made her cold. But warm she was inside, the child within her died.
Villainy has many forms. But none as vile as virtue. The depth of your compassion. Is as shallow as your thoughts. . Villainy has many forms. But none as vile as virtue.
The dry heads of the young ones. Staring at me await the hour,. Mouths halted mid-scream. Eyes black with death. . A golden lament 'neath each tongue.
Wrecks of vanishing faith. Long lost herd of self-deceitful. Entrapped in pseudo morality. Sanctimonious disciples of blatant hypocrisy. . Sin after sin, you commit.
When the sun is rolling. Over the horizon. That I can almost touch it. I reach out my hand for the light. That lets my heart chant. . I have the feeling like being torn apart.
I lay down my head in deepest sorrow. And feel the emptiness of my soul. Nothing is left but your image. A fading picture is my blackened mind. . A black swan dies an it's tears.
I lay down, my breathing slow. Poisonous plant running up and down my body. I breathe in the fumes of wild herbs. All alone in the night. Stars are staring, rain is drumming.
Petrified with icy fear. You're waiting for the only ray,. the sign, the rebirth. And every night you mourn in lament. Let my hungry lips close to your neck.
[lyrics: Sundin, Stanne]. . In orbit they pass around you - the memories from abandoned past. Images from within your mind bring unknown feelings into your veins.
Enthroned through this age. Of confusion an urge. The weakness and folly. Since aeons emerged. . Creates life in fetters. From cradle to grave. A future in darkness.
My Life Decreases Slowly. Clouds Are Coming Fast. My Heart Will Burn My Last Flame. Weather's Turning Cold. . From A Dull Day. To The Blank Of Mind. While The Sadness.
Gain perspective of complex observations. Repulsive images painted on my retina. In deadly fear of this imaginary entity. The intersection of the material and intangible.
In Maya's grip, illusion transforms verity. Perceiving thus a delusive world of duality. . Veil of Maya. Balance every joy with a grief. Dual scales of Maya.
In Maya's grip, illusion transforms verity. Perceiving thus a delusive world of duality. . Veil of Maya. Balance every joy with a grief. Dual scales of Maya.
Verse I. Beneath the veil of madness. that hides your temperament. Desperation festers in your hollowed shell. A myriad of despair that forces vehemence.
Verra il tempo dei morti. sara un mesto raccolto. mietera fiori e vecchi. strappera le speranze. . Avra il pianto delle madri. come suono del non sonno.
They came from far away. From a land in a frozen time. Through ice and snow they walked. With their broken homes in mind they cried. . Without a warning.