The grim visage of the night. enthralls the vast silhoutette of ancient Rome,. where in his glorious cruel palace. the grand emperor resides in baptized blood..
Subtle vibrations invading your mind. Counterprojections distorting the scenes. Waves of coercion forbid you to climb. Holding the presence of doubt in your dreams.
Yesterday has been understood. But its past hasn't been figured. You would be surprised if you could. For sure, today would be clearer. . No one is leaving beyond time.
I will be the one you want. And you will worship me. The God of hate the God of death. The God you want to be. You feel the wrath you feel the pain. You'll reap what you did sow.
Earth is sick All life dies. There's no hope for mankind. . Sadness all around Brethren lie dead. Hatred of life prophecy is dread. . Cataclysm. Cataclysm all creatures die.
I roam among the trees. Caressed by the nocturnal wind. Flying between the numberless trunks. Creatures of the night come to me. . In nomine tenebrarum.
"When people worship a mam. And not the ideal". . There's a fire in you soul. There's a fire in your brain. You're running blind. Your mind is hazed with pain.
CRITICAL MASS. -------- ----. by Nuclear Assault from "Handle With Care" (c) 1989. . The bio-sphere, the place we live. It seems like we don't give a damn.
Hopelessly lost, a battle not won. You're running in panic,. Away from the guns. Panic is striking at those all around. Beware the Grim Reaper,. He rests all around.
The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses. I thought that most people I know are broke. Taxation by representation tell me all about it huh.
Andiam sopra ad aspettar. Senti il circo arrivare?. . Tutti sopra per giocar. Per la mano, e poi volare. . Between the flowers. Amongst the grain. I seek you now.
Through the painting and the wite busts. in the corridor of the fountain. from a century I try to find you, I try. . The veil, the veil of the night descends.
More and more. The rain lingers on. War only was. To bond us all. . Hell no, no war can paint this more sore. The path is packed with bags of coal. . And bags of coal from some monstrous soul.
Dream sweetest dreams. aqualunae dreams. . Come with me up the stairs of the rainbow at the horizon. made of drops of down. don't worry,I'm just the guardian of your playground.
I drown in the sound. In a sterile atmosphere. Down below the noise sphere. In sterile cold blue steel. Lifeless in time. . A caress of cold, a caress of cold.
Scenery's far from the Sun. Far from the dust. Glide into dusk. Cobalt of Match. I see your eyes above the arch of your smile. Lost in this nighttime through the daze of its dark.
[Kate Bush Cover]. . I still dream of Orgonon.. I wake up crying.. You're making rain,. And you're just in reach,. When you and sleep escape me.. You're like my yo-yo.
Once she told me about a dog. Which abandoned by its owner. It died of melancholy. Since the it was all a little bit clearer.
This is now, since and then. and this is where we unendingly. forever stand. . And then I saw your smile,. the origin of the sun. which cracks the stone.
Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end. Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours. When you leave nothing you care about behind.