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A Drop In Time
A year is just a drop in time. It cannot touch the female form in my bed. She is just a friend of mine. In the dark she knows the touch of my hand. . Let the music play like you want it to.
Witches Gold
Her house is empty and her heart is old. And filled with shades and echoes that deceive. With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold. No one save her for still she tries to weave.
Umbrea
Far over the mountains cold. To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day. To seek the pale enchanted hold. . Cold be hand, heart and bone.
The Starveling
Sweet rara avis. Allured deception. Envied hands reach to thee. Having glimpsed of the fair reflections. Embrace this comely beast. . Sweet rara avis.
The Eternal Deep
Hidden treasures. To awaken a power. An answer of questions. A breakdown emotion. . To find life's measure. To be awakened. Answers... no feeling.... Believing dark lies.
Tangia
Instill the circle. That fills my eyes. And now a vission speaks. "Let cool the night". Tension -- my idol. I held your soul inside.. . In this silence,.
Porcelain Gods
Lay down and drive. Lay down and die. Drive this bed into the sky. With your love of god. With your love of god. . Down on our knees. Pray to your gods.
Nightingale
Away, away, for I will fly to thee. When my heart aches and drowsy numbness pains. My sense as though of hemlock drunk. Or empty some opiate to the drain.
Nicole
Whirl, horror, most infamous thrill. Master, skeleton, take my hand. Lest the spiraled, give me my wrists. I don't fear you... want to be your friend.
It Is The Skin Of Night
It is the skin of night that holds my shallow breath. Such an illusion that it lulls my inner sight. Is it the call of fear that does entice me. Or just the moon that pulls me from myself.
In The Room That Love Exsists
Kiss me asleep on a bed of nails. Feel my pain in your dying hands. Try to hold back but tears resist. In the room that love exists. . Tie me down with ropes of your hair.
Facade (closet Of Faces)
Like broken dreams of rich men. Who really don't have much. A pocketbook of promises. Their dreams are made of such. But silent desperation sold. They shop for what they want.
Drowning, Like The Garden
It is the pat hfo sin that compels our fate. And leaves us drowning like the garden. Is it surrender that confuses us. If not existence then departing.
Der Sack
Und sie gehen ueber leichen. Haende da bei darreichen. Es ist weider zeit. Fr'n knueppel aus'm Sack. Es ist weider zeit.... Fr'n hammer zwischen Zhne.
Dear Familiar Phantoms
Again you come he hovering forms. I find as early to my clouded sight ye shone. Shall I attempt this once to seize and bind ye. Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown.
Am Sonntag
Slowly sets and times sunday. Heat so near in the shrouded gloom. Yields softly awaited burden. Dried scattered gentle noon. . Slow in step the wooded daydream.
Alle In Asche
Deine verschlungenen Hohlen fuhren zu dem Meer. dem Meer der Verzweiflung aus Blut, Schweiss, und Sperma. . Turn your head slowly. Turn your head slowly.
Aegis
If I stand with my heart next to yours. I still feel nothing. Yet temptation lingers. Whispering in persistence. . And a cold love calls my name. . At the touch of your hand.
Water
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Tithe
spending the best years of a childhood horizontal on the floor. like a bobsled minus the teamwork and the televised support. . and nothing sounds appealing.
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