Why?. . I dance on gray skulls. Of just hypocrites. On my shoulders I carry. The globe full of fools. . I devour my own trails. On which my homunculus hangs.
In the silent night only purple flash. running the dark sky. I'm going to the Wall. That's rising in great distance.. . This Wall is made of Centuries stones.
Suspicio - Garrucha. Levis suspicio - Tortura de Cardeles. Suspicio violens - Tortura del Aqua.
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Big Boss / Big Boss. . Why does Krgers not exist anymore ?. Who knows ?. Nobody will learn the secret of Ages,. Nobody can stand up to the order. That is given by Infinity..
[Power of calling]. . He sat below it and listen in,. Listen in to all what it told. . ...And at the time come that unknown. Come from nowhere and behind no one.
[Blackie / Big Boss]. . From the wild East,. Full of anger, bloody slaver at his muzzle,. His side covered with foam and moss,. The black Wolf dashes towards the Center..
[The tale about destiny]. . In depths of mysterious moors,. Where rags of fog were wed with rain. Dazing smell of mysterious herbs. Tickle the wistful nares..
I rush through purple mist. Fury in my eyes / Beast of prey's look. I make my way through shrubs of Skeletons. My target is just around the corner.. .
Glory and prays to you Satan. in the heights of heaven where. wants you reigned. and in the depths of Hell where,. the quite, you drream in the silents..
Tomorrow's the weekend. Everybody's making plans. While I'm making excuses. In my head 'cause I'm afraid they'll ask. "I hope you can make it,". Says a girl who's in my class.
There is the Pit. There my friends dwell. There is Azathoth - great Center. Of the Cosmos . . . and playing on. His flute . . .. . There is Yog Sothoth - Master of.
Era la primavera del verso plido,. de mis aos de promesas y desengaos,. Cuando comprend que haba llegado. El momento de alejarme de mi pasado. . Un domingo de abril tom coraje,.
All I need. Is water and headphones. Those things are my staples. What I live and breathe. . Life is just. So much more sensible. Measured in decibels.
(Big Boss / Big Boss). . Blown by Time they rest at the very bottom of Ages. But they are not forgotten as it looks like.. In deep eyes of the most famous Magi.
Nos miramos una vez. y supimos de inmediato qu pasaba.. Nos hablamos una vez. y salmos a buscar la madrugada.. El vino fu un cmplice. para toda aquella fiesta de palabras..
Here's the place where I grew up. A street I never lived on. I have no roots here at all. No affiliations. Just a temporary stop. Just a second on a clock.
During the sleep like Black Butterflies they'll come flying. The old secrets they whisper to us.. The Magic Words out of the Space springing. Glowing fog - the Silver temple..