On my knees now. I'll inflict myself some real love. On my knees now. I'll choke myself in troubled love. . On my knees now. I'll purge myself of real love.
Curse the day, hail the night. Flower grown in the wild. . In your empty heart. In the breast that feeds. Flower worn in the dark. . Can I steal your mind for a while?.
Find me with the howling. In the night I will be waiting under. Remember how cold the touch. When you fall with another. . Approaching the eternal day.
Originally performed by Depeche Mode. . Sacred. Holy. To put it in words. To write it down. That is walking on hallowed ground. I'm a missionary. . So here is my confession.
In each of your failures. I saw my victory. And each time you fall. A knife tattoos a smile. On my lips. You are now empty of life. And I am drunk with death.
I remember her as a child. Raven...on and on with her raven claws. Carving...on and on with her raven claws. How she lusts when she remembers. The night of her first blow.
eternal life runs so slow. eternal kisses are cold. while you play your lamentation show. why do you think they are beautiful?. Let the candles burn. And the stakes go through the soul.
La fora esto os. senhores da guerra. E cantam j hinos de. vitria. Qual a historia desta. terra?. o medo, ali mesmo. . C dentro esto os. homens espera.
"Voa Serpente do orgulho,. Me da terra, nossa Me. Lei daqueles que clamam. P'lo Homo Natura, p'la flama,. Voa ertico Pentagramma. E destroi, e destroi quem te ama.".
Opium, desire or will?. Inspiration bound from an elegant seed. Subversion, through smoke I foresee. Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy. . Opium, bring me forth another dream.
Red meat is the inner shrine of our immortal soul. The heart breaking out illusions of innocent blood. Desire is pain. Eating away the worm in the brain.
Vanishing act inside the weak. In need of you and all what's real. Spirited into our lost ways. . In solitudes to follow. Across the land departed on sea.
Nocturna steals the night. . High heels of crystal. Stuck in the heart. Daylight that heals. The full moon scars. . Spider strategy. And the wish to be.
Come morning, chalice of dawn. To crown the sufferer in their glory. Come, for we are failing. Come, for we are waiting. For we are trying to breathe.
Our seals were so easily broken. Our hope were so silently crushed. Still our hearts can't be broken. Still our hearts will hold. . Cause once we were kings.
Approach and try to live me backwards. then without looking behind. surviving is somewhat confusing. although I never mind. . if only silence could ever talk.
[Originally performed by OZZY OSBOURNE]. . Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head. Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead. Your life style to me seemed so tragic.
Medusa caught in the mirror blade. Expression burnt in the waters red. Under her wing we were born. No dreams of rising for the kind of man. For the kind of man.