[Music : Aphazel / GroM - Lyrics : GroM]. . I roamed the paths the obscure paths. that lead to the realms of chaos. I lowered myself into the abyss of hate.
Material folds. >From rough, modest clothes. Slabs of cold sacred stone. The peasant girl kneels. In strips of feeble water light. Slim fingers clasped.
You make my teeth clinch and my hands shake. Do you ever see what you do to me?. Wearing me out, just wearing me out. But I'm wearing you down. . You're impossible to love me.
No house stood there but straight. Its walls must crack. In full mid-day. The darkness was so grand. And no light was in the land.... . Fatherland.
Winter words blow the trees. Creatures trapped have to fall. Hear their howls claw the sky. Whispers follow Shantell. Shantell sleeps, tables creak. Mirrors start to speak.
Clad in armour, strong of will. Eye for an eye, kill for a kill. . "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it". Cross and half moon in total war. "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it".
Keeper of the Talisman of miraculous, virtues and powers. Greedy alchemist with inhuman knowledge endowed. Chosen initiate guardian of the unknown grialic plants.
On the blue-green rising, falling tide. Breathing in the pebbles. Sighing out the salt breeze. Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields. Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate.
Is this where the Interstate ends. In coastal towns like this?. Waiting for my world to cave under. We seem to invent ourselves. In places left unknown.
I slept in the fires of Hades. But did not burn. I breathed in sulphorous vapors. To reach the astral plane. . I tamed the three-headed Cerberus. Then devoured his flesh.
Captured in this paradise of light. I can only feel lost. No grief, no pain. How to maintain. This world is no longer mine. A warlord I was, cities we took.
Lie in the pale summer heat. Find a clock as it ticks. Oh, to never sleep. But the clock ticks so loud. Like the cracking of whips. Till the sun slowly heaves.
Torches to guide the way. To walk the misty paths. The forest seems like a shelter. On this cold winter night. . A huge fire is reflecting shadows. Of youth and old age.
Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest.. The howling of Wallachian wolves,. a serenade to the dreariest soul.. . I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved,.
I could be the money. Scattered in the ash. You could be the jewellery. In the silver box. In this heaven of mine. I won't come back. I won't come back.
A hollow hallelujah hangs in the corner. With the rest of our dissolving years. You're the storm and the calm,. The dove and the bomb. The ghost that relieves all my fears.
Arise!. Invoke the blasphemous Name. The Lord of Sodom. The God of Cain. Joy to the flesh forever. Joy to the flesh forever. My body is a temple. Wherein all Demons dwell.
[Music & Lyrics : Jesus Christ !]. . a constant itch will remain on your face. you must eat your own head and spit into space. it crawls in your skin and into your spin.
I feel lost. Conflicting thoughts course through. Clarity, she's gone. Don't know a thing I thought I knew. . Everyone wants to see Heaven. But no one wants to say goodbye.