For aeons the "worms" have been pursuing but one target: imortality.. But this phantasm, thanks to thee, fulfilled never ever shall be.. . Praised thou shalt be.
you have broken my very confidence.. now I'm cast out, depraved, a hallow shell.. You have raped my innocence and thus. turned my life into a living hell..
"But see, amid the mimic rout. A crawling shape intrude!. A blood-red thing that writhes from out. The scenic solitude!. It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal pangs.
All my friends are different, but I still love them all the same. . Archibald is purple, the magic balls are round. Leslie loves to sparkle, and dazzle all around (Yeah!).
Countless nights getting twisted,. Extreme illicit substance inhalation.. Fuck.... I'm craving some penetration because hoes,. Let me tell you, I do it unprotected like it's my occupation,.
Why are you not here,. I'm waiting for you. the hour is late. outside a full moon. I look in the closet. with all of my dreams,. hung on the hangers. are our memories.
I, I deliver myself to you. Lucifer, my father, you're my light. And my way out of the dark. I wanna set the skies on fire. And watch the angels as they fall into the sun.
Look me in the eyes. When you say those words. Something pure and just?. No, only hurt. Take a leap of faith. Only to fall face down. . You showed me yourself.
See through. This constant struggle. Blinding you from what. Matter the most. . Escape the prison you're in. The walls of your regret. The freedom calling you.
Hordes of cannibalistic zombies. Has just returned from their graves. Hungry for brains and thirsty for blood. They crawl and limp in zombie style. Ready to kill and eat whats at hand.
Tragedy, (we) could not anticipate. The loss that was our life. Bleeding me, you drain the blood of friendship. Replace the blood with lies. . I hope it serves you well.
Darkness falls. Light descending. From the sky. And towards the ground. . Electric presence. Prolonged strobe flash. Bays of light. Now shatters the night.
We're formed to read events, apply certain ways. Our visions buried to the light of day. What if the clues we lost are here and can be found. We'll soon find out they're just one thought away.
[Khaas:] Where are we Iras?. [Iras:] Near to the doorway of hell.... [Dargor:] Can you can you see?. [Tarish:] No, but we must press on... What is that?.
Go to sleep, go to sleep. I'm hardly what I make myself out to be. I know what happens when I'm alone. . Go to sleep, go to sleep. The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son.
She's a ballerina.. She dances circles around me.. She tells me what I want to hear.. But I'm just never satisfied.. I live with a ballerina.. I live with a ballerina..
It flows out from inside. It builds cities and fairytales. Reachable from here through a stairway of dust. But fail to restore. The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights.
A certain feeling assails. Visions form to wonder why. It still keeps fading. Away to the stars. . The sanitarium is the night of the mind. Hidden where no-one wants to know.
Endlich hat es aufgehoert, zu regnen. Und nur das junge Laub verliert noch manche Trane. Ueber uns. Ein Parfuem von feuchter Erde. Das letzte Tageslicht.