Jackal, aches for pain beyond me. Bestiality beacons, the anger set free. For there is no pain greater than thine. For there is no gain but the fury inside.
I have a light that did not shine. I have seen a mirror crushed to pieces. A mirror showing the best of me. A mirror broken by a tragedy. Here offering you tales of madness.
Lowering clouds in the sky aglow. Darken my shield of victory. Is my fate doomed to hell on earth?. . A shift in the wind guides me to home. I am staring in the mirror now.
A call to arms won't help you now. You fell from grace, don't make a sound. You call it fate but where, where is your soul?. Oh no!. A call to arms won't help you now.
Follow then rain into the end of paradise. where the eternal dark's crying so near. cold wind plays with my minds. when the fog appears and lovely words.
when the dead paint with white hands. a laughing silence on the wall. the sleeper whispers still. unfold nymphic hands. . mother silent sings goodnight.
You're about to witness. What no man's ever seen before. It has been over 2000 years since I last payed you a visit. Now you'll see my strength. I'll reveal your lie.
Legends always say. The dark one makes his play. With uncautious men. . Lie in his name. From inner egypt came. Don't fear his word. Don't go to his den.
Music: Hertrich/Winkler. Lyrics: Hertrich/Winkler. And I seek sweet favours carved in gold. And I bare the light my breath to hold. Early seen unknown, but known too late.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . AZAGTHOTHS SOUL DWELLS IN YOG-SOGGOTH. HE SHALL BECKON UPON THE OLD ONES. . FOUL AND FORMLESS.
the hours are slipping by. i stare into the night. into my deep blue sea. of unforgotten memory. i paint your face. into my mind. and kiss your tears away.
It's the sea of life a nightmare. For the searching and ever coming back.. In the middle of the empty nowhere. In a deep hole that is getting black. .
We're in here dancing. Where murderers are laughing. They all try to seek the truth. What do they hold. In their sacred book. All those tears cried for you.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . THEIR CHILDREN ENDURETH THROUGHOUT. THE AGES YE SHANTAKS OF LENG. ARE THE WORK OF THEIR HANDS.
In the fire of the sunken sun. fast as ravens, bullets, thoughts I run. I inhale the golden oil. and I fear forever darkness. Nights come, bringing snow.
Shining, corrupted, forced against the rules. And searching, solutions, payback on it's way. Vengeance, cover girl, inferno, uncovering soon. And approaching in a corrupted reality.
All black nights, all promising days. Silence speaks loud and clear to me. I long for reason. Your healing for living. . All things I've done, have failed so badly.