Night swells to distant spheres. Silent throat of unholy times. The withering wind deep down here. Flesh of the gods bleeding as light. . Here in the environs of heaven.
We ask not the pleasure that riches supply. Our weapons shall regain. What betrayers must buy. Throwing back the invaders. Reigning our land and waves.
(from Gallia to Germania). I still hear the ancient warcry. (Roma to Brittania). I still hear the ancient battlecry. . The great old European heroes, the proud old European names.
Blasphemous rites. Churches in flames. Satanic oath. Blasphemous rites. Churches in flames. Obscurity reigns. Feast on meat. Drenched in blood. Denial of Christ.
[Music: Aphazel - Lyrics: Deadly Kristin]. . I saw your face one thousand times in my dreams. his mark clearly shown with eyes like burning coals. . like the demon goat.
The morning come not a day too soon. Wishing all the best to all that's gone. . See these changes in my life. The torn away pain, is replaced by new meaning.
Orgullo argentino quiero expresar. con este recite que supe heredar.. Por ser quien no olvida y no ha de olvidar,. patria, bandera y sentir nacional..
My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me. any. Last hope for us as a species. To survive ourselves I watch us breed, I watch us drown in our.
Nothing is worth than what you now feel. And your sure you can't be healed. Your thoughts they conjure a new way out. To free your life of this self doubt.
when my grandfather was dying he rejected a heart tranplant.. thought a black mans heart would make him no longer human.. he pleaded to be saved from jewish doctors who suffocated non-.
Everyone's someone's biggest mistake. They ever made. Get in touch with me. I could be yours.
Opening a letter bomb with a light saber. So you can feel the force ashes and anthrax. Slowly settle on unused technology. The age has come to invoke.
I may get along, when love is gone. Still, you made your mark, here in my heart. One day I'll fly away. Leave your love to yesterday. What more can your love do for me?.
The swords held high fire in the sky. and the warcry sounds like beasts. they fight for the gods. with sword and shield for freedom. high above in the sky.
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Joel]. . Taking advantage of the mentally instable,. I shall deprive of life and vision. All goals are clear to me, building an empire based on lies.
Sorrow is depression and despair A time of life that. no one cares Inducing chemicals of pain driven fate To. suffer at a moderate rate And to go beyond To face.