Through famine, flood and choking mud the ancient river flows. Bringing life and death, transporting friend and foe. . To build their cities by its banks the hopeful people chose.
See the harlot riding sinner scarlet. She's a city made of souls. To the Devil she will hold... to the end. . Madness. Drunken blindness...fallen! is her kingdom.
Sitting here and wondering, watching the seasons going by. Each new answer just brings ten new questions. My eyes have finally opened. Armored human wrecks walking the streets.
Falling. (Falling). Fell to the depths of your regrets. (Regrets). Now there's nothing left but apathy. . Blinded by pride, torn on the inside. At the cost of your arrogance.
Crushed by the weight of your sorrow there is nowhere left. Trying to fight the might in the darkness and weaken all love. But it's hidden from your face.
hear the voices. of millinos screaming souls. the battle is over. the angels rejoice and rest. a new day now can be dawning. upon the city of decay. The Army of the Dead.
Are you a swanlake or a nutcracker. A sleeping beauty or a poor slacker. Have you got oil for your glitches. Have you got thread for your stitches. . Are you a suit of armour or silk seethrough.
While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound. I'm on the run I'm on the wing. Climb the selling when the walls are falling apart. I'm the one to blame for everything.
The long, hard yers at sea, have taken their toll on me. For thirteen winters and a spring, I have been so far away. . So far, far away from the place I call home.
Jag har lnge vandrat p denna stig. Jag har sett hednars och kristnas krig. Jag har stolt vandrat vidare. Jag har varit en ensam krigare. . Skogen verkade vara andls.
I can't just look away. 'Cuz the hate is burned into my mind.. I can't feel anything. 'Cus the hate has left me dead inside. There's a fine fucking line.
Crucify me for a lie. While You cut another line to breathe. Holy roller, poster child for fear and insecurity. . Well, nothing is holy and nothing is sacred.
Truth. You wrap your words around it. Strength. Born in each one of us but somehow you never found it. Hate. Its too late to erase and now hates all i have for the weak.
Raised to praise in a dead end faith. taught to worship in fear. lost and weak, brainwashed sheep. bow your head, fall to your knees. beg to your messiah.
Welcome to the tomb. your fate awaits you inside. a sentence to eternal slaughter. in the prison of fire. I'm the face of pain. Hell's open, golden gate.
Blind beliefs, soaked in deceit. Your god, your lies, your life I despise. The gates of pearl that you pray to hold. Have melted down into bars of gold.
My dreams are covered in ants,. Wading in the pools of human blood,. Set ablaze as we sat back and laughed.. Why am I hunted by the guilt of my past?.
It doesn't matter if we ever unlearn this -. It's still looking pretty bleak,. It's still looking pretty dim.. We couldn't keep ourselves from these painful habits,.
Pack of wolves behind me. Seasons on my face.. Coming out of nowhere, heading for any place.. Wide awake with nightmares dogging at my shoes.. Walked away with everything. Got nothing left to lose..