Swept in the wintery landscapes. Untouched by the hands of the holy. I am a demon, I hold the key. But not for myself.... But to crush the feeble race.
Swept in the wintery landscapes. . Untouched by the hands of the holy. . But not for myself.... I am a demon, I hold the key. But to crush the feeble race.
The arrogance of angels, the heresy of Christ. The stupidity of humanity, the skeletons of society. It's time to separate the saints from the sinners.
War gas swept across each kingdom. Epic Battles rage across domains. Thrones are falling.... As the dark-light burns again. Feeble humans.... Behold me in my victory.
Everyday we take a. Step back I think were. Heading for a track. Were stuck on this one way track. Everyday you tell me. Your just not ready for that..
Swept through the loney marshes. Of Norseland ancient soil. Below me withering blizzard. Has melted with the snow. My tears no longer turned to frost.
Look at me and tell me what you see. (I fell in love in a perfect end). I am not what you think I am. (I fell in love in a perfect end). Too weird to live, too rare to die.
[Metallica cover]. . [Limited Edition Bonus]. . Fortune, fame. Mirror vain. Gone insane. But the memory remains. . Heavy rings on fingers wave. Another star denies the grave.
The shattering of old illusions - created new surges of chaos. No longer driven by ancient hungers - I grabbed the poisoned chalice. Clawing at the churning night - Thus rose my cosmic ambitions.
Oh, yeah, oh. 1 - Shorty swing my way. You sure look good to me. Now would you please. Swing my way. Shorty swing my way. I stepped off in a club on a Friday night.
We shape the future, we rape the world. Fallen icons left to burn. The depiction of a naked deformity. Another long lost tragedy. . The man in the moon is looking right at you.
Ohhhh, ohh oh oh.. Ohhh oh oh oh, baybee. Shorty swing my way. Sure look good to me. now would you please. swing my way. Shorty swing my way. oooo wee boy, do you know.
A visitor appears before my eyes. A vision where I am king...eternal. And in the blackness of night. . I shall conquer...I shall rise. . My eyes they gleam with triumph and glory.
Shorty swing my way. You sure look good to me. Now would you please. Swing my way, shorty swing my way. . I stepped off in a club on a Friday night. Lookin' for a man that would do me right.
Breath through the chasm of night. . Wander off into the mountain. . Where many a king has fone. . Before the dawn of time. . Misty paths enlighten my way.
He will be there the unhallowed redeemer. The great accuser - the man of the future. Embraced by bitterness and cold compassion. The burning wonder tears heaven apart.
Thirsting, waiting... - I drank a sulphur feast. Then, silently...in an instant. Your flesh become me. ...and I was forlorn. My grave rose to the west....
We are the shattered illusions of a perfect world. We are the symptoms of your deceases. We are your self-imposed arch nemesis. And we are your broken hopes and dreams.
Lost in this place like fragments of another time. I close my eyes and see myself from above. Drifting apart like splinters of scattered glass. But we all have our own reasons to continue.
We were alone and on our own. In the dark between the stars. From the shadows to the pyre. Amidst the chaos, from the stars. . Love, life and liberty.