Heat rising. Isolation. In midst. Of sacred fight. Quiet jihad. Slips so fast. No easy. To be right. Not clever. Nor precocious. No fancied flights. On idiot wind.
Put them in the jars. Stomach will not turn. Waste raw factory matter. Chewed instead of burned. This is rage. Usable resources. The trains will run on time.
It's hard to admit I'm wrong sometimes. But even harder to admit I'm right. Compromise as the sun rises and falls. Just trying to avoid the fight. Thinking I'm upholding my purpose from God.
Up front I say nothing is owed to me. And there's no doubt about God's power and love that be. I don't blame Satan if I make a wrong choice. I've got the Bible if I need God's voice.
He's freed me once again. >From the mess I got myself in. How could I have ever thought. That He could ever give me up?. When He invested His life in me.
I don't know the circumstances. All I've heard is what I read. And a couple of people where I worked. Are dead of the disease. Your emptiness your void no different.
I will never bow down to your idols. I know who I am. You'll have to put me in the ground to silence me. This is my final stand. . You can't kill me, I'm already dead.
Eye to eye, face to face. Still we don't see them, we look away. Still they cry, but no one is listening. When will we open our eyes. Open our eyes. This song we sing to silence the suffering.
Blurring the lines we define. Between the wrong and the right,. We're on the other side of the divide. And it makes me sick to watch us die inside.. .
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken]. . This resurrected withering pain. Deafening my silence. A haunting re-visited. Weakening my resilience. . Maelstroms of indignity.
The Old Ones were,. The Old Ones are,. And the Old Ones shall be...... . A temple of shame,. He is caste in the never-ending maze of darkness,,. Waiting for the light's embrace reaching the path.
[lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken]. . Crimson tears summon me to the eclipse of my death. For the reckoning of my sins I shall pledge. A black veil of emotionless silence begs to clothe me.
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken]. . I walk through barren corridors glistening. With a stench of a promised salvation. This sultry wilderness mourns.
With the snow fallen thick. And bonfires alit. And shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur. A mere glimpse or murmur. From her precious celestial lips.
[Lead: Holm/Persson]. . The truth of god - a terror for the weak. Within chaos will rise to reign. Behold the future of this disordered will. Your fate is in his hand of rage.
something so cold it moves closer in my dreams. what if it finds me, dont't let them find me. it chokes me when it all turns cold inside. is it you...? please, talk to me.
When from my fellows to the grove I stray'd,. In solitude and dusk to meditate. On things forbidden, and to pierce the veil. Of seeming good and seeming beauteousness.
these times, don't have a meaning. when all frail promises grows strong with insecurety. we'll drift incomplete and lost without an aim. like floating satellites in our invincibility.
In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark. Weep in solitary madness. The poet grieves a dying muse. Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths.
wish you were here to tell how it feels. thank you're not here to know how it feels. when citylights and sounds of falling rain. fall over me so dark and real.