Come death, or dearling. the claws of the raven hold fast. Enticed and starving. a lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood the seeker's eye. . Come flame or false hope.
Let no one be themselves. Turn of the century lies. Not within the others. Turn on the wretchful eye. . The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered.
Lyrics: Stanne. There is a silent man in a tower. Mute in a blinded world. Yet words dance on virgin lips. Freezing the winds of blood. Clad in layers of darkest velvet.
gentle storm / thundering silence. inferior force / uncontrolled calm. vital unlike / logic/chaos/logic. . the tone of which his birth ascend. the beat that of a heart descend.
[music: Brandstrom, Jivarp, Henriksson]. . deeper shades of red descending. smear our names, the stains unending. turn forgiveness,. break the lens distorted.
Let me tell you about the loss of all. the failing of all that we hold dear. Wrapped up nicely in ourselves. . Chaos resolves. that which order defiles.
upon our evening when the sun fired blanks. there rode the sickness out of our sight. carried torches burned out long before it's time. among these ruins where our love to be found.
[music: Brandstrom, Jivarp, Henriksson]. . what we always fear and loathe. becomes of us. repay the visit of our loss. reset the marks again. the turning point.
jedno dijete je zagrizlo jabuku izazovno gledaju?i psa. koji je s nerazumijevanjem okrenuo glavu. i ne primjetiv?i ma?ku. koja ga je vec neko vrijeme imala na oku.
Unless another wall is breaking. Nothing can come of this elusive. Against our better judgement. (allow) our image to stand ground. turn around and. .
kako opasno popodne. miris nafte. miris znoja. iz daljine zvuk motora. iz daljine zvuk. . iza prozora su pu?ke. iza pu?aka su o.
Devoid of life. Far from the strengthening force. From which it feeds. The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee. Behold the answers that darkness sets free.
A human force, stronger than logic. Beyond the focus and the grander ideas. One microcosmos in this wretched piece of hell. Distant memories of what empathy we felt.
Sjedim sam u zagrljaju Sile. A krila su mi spremna za let. Sa druge strane. Nikada i nigdje. Jedno svjetlo poziva me. A zemlja je. Ispod nogu tako nije?na.
What if you are an island of sorrow?. Then I'll be the raging sea. What if you are the region's dreams?. Then I'll be the storm, all where fire rages.
Come and dance through my vanity's hall. Welcome to my exhibition. Ornaments fall. The fate of my art, condemned. . And the creative seed. That grows to the tune of the harvest song.