Angriff

Rows and rows of crosses. Standing in the sand. Statues of the fallen. Watching over this land. . The tombs of unknown soldiers. Lay tilted in decay. Another year passes.

Afterlife

No color on this face of death. No shadow falls on his last breath. What are we fighting for?. . No more devotion in his eyes. No longing moments, no more goodbyes.

Afterlife

No more blame,. if everyday promises died again.. No more prays,. . if everyday our game's the same.. I need your warm close to me. I wanna dream to night as well.

At The Gates Of Morken

The gates of Morken lay in sight, this war is coming to an end. Behind the walls of the darkest place we'll see the Angel fall from grace. Witness the end of flowing tears, the final chapter of our dreams.

A Fact Of Life

I forgot about the fact that there was somebody in my past,. I feel time has passed so quickly since I took the photograph.. Thanks for the memory that doesn't fade in my heart..

A Walk On A Broken Road

It feels like yesterday. When I was told a little tale. About a broken road. A tale of fortune and of fame. . There was a time. When a man couldn't find his kind.

A Virtual Dream?

A state of anguish. Faintness and fear. A state of sorrow. And no willing ear. . Out of the tail of my own eyes. Illusive skies. Bewildering my mind. Endlessly.

Absence Of Light

Scorching down the mountain with a roar of thunder. Ravenous undertow that drags you under. Violent thrashing in the jaws of fury. Scathing hate from the one man jury.

Anathema

In the garden of hell. Did you heed the warning. You lie awake in your cell. Hear the evil calling. . Look inside. This extraordinary place. Never know what youll find.

A Message To The Unknown

Turn me on, let me feel you. Turn me on, let me taste you. Boundaries are starting to fall. Conceiving has already started. Kissing, caressing, indulge.

Attila

Arise thy king. O ruler of Rhine. Devastation lust for war. A perilous quest to conquer the West. I long for the days of the innocence. We've pushed them away.

Angels

Can We Break. The Walls Built By Our Fathers, Or Will We. Sit In Our Own Prison Made Up By Our Minds. . Can You Feel The Sharp Sensation. From Blistering Hands.

A Welcome Displeasure

Access Denied

The painting on the walls. Used to be my portrait. But now it seems I've been replaced. . All doors are locked around me. There is no way in nor out. Times they change, love turned to hate.

Alone

I hear the ticking of the clock. I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark. I wonder where you are tonight. No answer on the telephone. And the night goes by so very slow.