Music: Mikael Dahl - Lyrics: Dahl, Gtesson. . I've found a way back to my home at last. A way that has been locked and cloaked until now. It's time to take care of my programmed past,.
Do you feel that the night comes. the sun is going down. the nightmare is beginning. your fear now has grown. In the eyes of the night. you will see your own fall.
I watch the sky turning black. And know the time is fast approaching. My clan they all look to me. I turn away, I face the ocean. In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon.
Winds of Odin guide us over violent seas. The silent grave, Gods of thunder. Roaring, crackling power. In flashing light, they pound the night. . Rising winds and howling fury.
Blindfolded. Isolated from reality. Force fed lies. Truth too black to see. . Victimized. Victimized. . Paranoid. Alone among enemies. Tension builds.
you're a traitor. always on the run. . you're the enemy. sentenced to die. . they're watching you. and they'll soon attack. . we are The Virus Control.
The morning star has long since gone. The sun is high in the sky. Shadowless a figure stands. Stranded on Venus sands. . Up in the blue and circling. The seabirds watch and wait.
Between the deceased eyeball's crystalline lens and. retina. A clear gel-like mass that constitutes 80% of the eye. This volume of lubricious fluid is named vitreous.
Been a long time since I heard a human voice. Sitting at my controls watching those flashing lights. Few breaths left in my oxygen supply. Communication dead earth now just a spot.
Voting doesn't work 1-2-3. It's time you know your enemy. I won't pledge allegiance to hypocrisy. Your democracy, is not for me. So, when we try to change this place.
Do you know this pain?. From the first sting in your heart, forlorn. All the ideas in your head. All the ideas in my head. . What can you do about it?.
One by one, eye for an eye, our modified and improved version of the divine. judgment. Feeding our hatred through the years, now your blood will be our nirvana;.
An uprising empire ruled by the antithesis of tolerance,. thousands of doomed, empty animas bound to the tyrant's will.. The sand castle is raised: the sand castle must be brought down..
We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying, waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. . So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry.
Never shall I love another earthborn face. And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept. Condemned to forge a barren hell. To deify and then dispel. That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept.
Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in the light of the empty screens. pulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual dance of shadow gestures.
Stranded, bolted to the floor. to later be basted in its own fluids. . Chopped in half. collapse from exhaustion. Caligular method. of food preparation.