Taking life like a dog in this world. To take the place of it is jesus. Father's don and the holy ghost. Looks like the puo you keep outside. Man's best friend Max.
"...In a December Night Cold and Calm. At the Cliff of a Mountain Clad in Snow. I Gazed into the Skies then Closed by Eyes. For I Beheld the Ravendusk in my Heart...".
In the dark, in the night. Damned by what you see. Where ever that bitter light shall burn. Man's own misery. Sorcerers good and bad. Makes you toss and turn.
Under Banners of Baalzathorn We Ride Towards the Dawn. Hold your Steel Close to Hand and Say Farewell to your Motherland. Into the Horizonlines Spears so Sharp in Daylight Shines.
I don't understand what led to this.. The arrow's been fired, but the target missed.. One hand on the trigger, the other on his grave.. You better run and hide in a deep dark cave..
Death Takes 'em all.... . I am the Hater!. The Sin of God, the Whore of Life. I am the Will who Kill for the Bloody Sake of Death. . I am the Hater!. The Fear, the Lies, the Painful Cries.
Open up my eyes what is it I see?. An oppressive world right in front of me. Lookin' all around look at you and me. I'll never understand your reality.
Needles were stabbed in to the walls. The executioner's curtain call. Fighting back he found his life drowning. And there was no way out. Cause Richard hung himself, Richard hung himself.
A Lonesome Wind Entered the Pits of my Dreams. Swept my Thirst into Shades of Gleams. It Spread a Rain of Ethereal Tunes. Coloured my Pictures so Freezing Cold.
You're in the hospital.. And you're hurt.. And here comes your favorite Pervert Nurse.. And she's so clean.. And she's so neat.. And a week of therapy and everything may work again..
Once upon a Time in a Medieval Legendary World. In late December Cold of the Thousand Winter Season. Blackheim took Farewell of his Crypts in the Forestrealms.
Why?. A frightened man is chased. Everything in it's place. They wonder why the spirit does. Backfirin' in your face. Breathin' down my neck. Big brother's such a bitch.
Soaked in Darkest Lights. Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave. In the Deepest of His Inner. A World of Immortal Arts. . As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit.
Bye bye bavy, don't you cry. Oh, oh. Time to leave, still you wonder why. Oh, oh. It's not like I'm running away. So little time, time, so much to say.
So you wanna be a member, wanna be a name. Wanna be a local face, wanna play the game. Dancing through a time warp in your dinosaur trends. The limits of your mind are where the county line ends.
In Dewy Fields of an Autumnal yet Springful Age. A Forest was Seen yet Impossible to Gaze Through. Within only a few Trees all Sound Devoured. Even the Open Skies Outside would Lose it's Light.
No mistakes, no...no mistakes.. Debts and demands are all around.. No time for your own life,. some day you'll drown.. Using your time, softening your minds..
In Dreams and Visions I Saw the Beast Rise again. In Chasms and Voids of Doom the Circle of Pandemonium. I Stole the Sacred Nimbus of the Kingly Dead.
It reeks of the games you play. You're buffered safe in your yuppie ways. Airhead cvictim of the concrete maze. You're nothing, you're nothing. You're nothing to me.