The fading illusion the sirens' grey tears. It's here in the cold air the town's tragic fear. The breath of infernos the rise of the dead. The portals of chaos the seventh black flame.
you are coming for. you're coming to. you're killing for me. realise. the point is. the pain comes. the body fresh. you're killing for me. kill for me.
Arising from the dark. A peeling soul to pay. Crawling in the light. piercing through your brain. Reaching out for help. The help in which you pray. Searching for the answers.
You see me running but you don't know what. I'm running from. My own weakness. Come on, I've got to speak this truth. When I'm losin' my direction. I run that self-inspection, I learn my lessons well.
Baby, I am a survivor. Baby, I'm on fire. Baby, about to creep up beside ya. Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night. Flipping of the police when them tricks pass by.
The kingdom falls and with it goes the darkness of the world. It's malignant soul had burned so bright in the glory of it's day. Wars were fought in it's name and life was cast aside.
I have always been an experiment in terror. At least I can only kill you once. Standing aloof when I made up my mind. Reaching, why it's better to be blunt.
I want to be part of the program. I want to be part of the whole damn thing. I say, minimum effort, maximum gain. From the inside out it all looks the same.
-------------------. Shelter me for I am locked in a world. That lost the will to be free. Dying age a chronicle of forgotten peace. Replaced by hate.
Baby, have you seen, there is a snake in our paradise. A serpent that's wriggling between us. and freezing our feelings to ice. . And with each drop of blood we bleed because of this.
(Hunt or be hunted). The days are hot. and the dead lie unburied on the field. So the wind brings the smell of blood. - so heavy 'n sweet. They're back again.
I see the tracers it leaves in the sky. A racing stripe canopy for your eye. I see it dying fast right through the floor. An aftershock of filth and gore.
Stop everything you do. Take a step outside and look through. There's a path you do not see. And it's all lit up and lined with trees. There's an arrow directing you there.
Desert... Night.... Coyotes Feel the Cold Wave of The Dark. Red Eyes eats through. the Vast Nocturnal Landscape. A Strong Light - The Only Night. . This is where he made Sculptures.
Southeast from the palace of god. Amongs the fire torrid wastelands of Sheol. Where the tower of Baphomet stands. Sorrounded by the oceans of insanity and terror.
Ich ging im Sommersonnenschein. mit meinem kleinen Töchterlein. zum Fluß hinab. da saß ein Mann mit einer Angel.. In einem Eimer. dunkelgrün. . schwammen die Fische.
Blank walls in a restaurant bathroom.. Black marker though just a pen would do. Small words and simple poetry.. Say what you want to say. In just the perfect way.
And as they say, grief is only able to possess.. The rotting body clad in ancient clothes. Is left behind with a wave of the hand.. I have gone away. The bed is cold and empty..