(Lyrics by Cernunnos, Music by Morbid Death). My life, hatred, nights beside your dreams, branding our souls,. when the forces of hell make total mayhem on earth..
Father, set me free. from this altar of death. Dead fingers cold as ice. touches my flesh. . As it passed through. my soul and body. The fear I thought was.
I met an old man one night in a bar. He was sitting alone. The way men his age always are. His movements were slow. Didn't speak very well. But every old man has a story to tell.
Before my eyes lies nothing but lies. I cannot believe the scenes. Taking place beneath our skies. . It makes me wanna do my time. In a song or on the silver screen.
The black Northern winds, swept the dust. who covered my ancient tomb.. The prophecy of the ancient millenary,. call the horde of the goat.... Darkness entomb, the souls of the saints.
Under the curtains the exit sign glows. Go now and no one will know. If you try later it may be too late. Don't read the lines and get. Lost in the light on the stage.
I'm away to the city. Never thought I'd have to sell the farm. It's a shame, what a pity. Now I've got a condo for a barn. . Came to town on my tractor.
Trpped in a bloody storm of dust my eyes are sharing the darkness at dawn.. A new solistice is coming covering the daylight with a dark veil as a. funeral curtain on the childish corpse..
All the time I think this is the last time. I can't have it any other way. I force these words onto paper. Thought I had something more to say. . Excuse me but I have to make myself up.
where are we going. well, place your bets. know all worth knowing. know nothing yet. full speed ahead. quickly, no-one's been. I don't know who you're racing.
[music: N.Daemon/Nornagest, lyrics: Nornages]. . Valorisation of hypocrisy. perpetuated by the glorious weakness. Tribulations from below. engendered by the wicked..
Le buscas una explicacin. Una razn sin condicin,. A esta cancin con la ilusin. De ser real. Doctores de el corazn. Que nunca tienen la razn. Y no es mentira.
Near Banbridge Town in the County Down. One morning last July. Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen. And she smiled as she passed me by.. She looked so sweet from her two bare feet.
is there anything worth fighting for?. where do we go but nowhere. I lean against my own restraints. traffic noise deflect the voices. felt strewn down but I still ain't.
I met a man with eyes like glass. Whose useful days were gone and passed. He told me in a cardboard tone. How long ago he once had flown. . When I was young he did relate.