Like a storm-driven bird at night. We came flying out of nowhere. And for a moment our wings gleamed. Like gold in the light of fire. And are gone again to the nowhere.
Release me - don't hide in the shadows all the time. Release me - love me under a bloodred sky. . Believe me - devotion purifies your mind. Believe me - leave it all far behind.
Suburbia being turned upside down.. Our hopes being buried in hallowed ground.. Don't you ever blame me for the fact i was born.. I hear you calling from the other side..
Across the sea, across the waves - foaming waves of time. Bound to these earthly shores we are lost - surrender to our fate... our fate. Waiting for some changing TIDE - deep inside.
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pese comme un couvercle. Sur l'esprit gemissant en proieaux longs ennuis,. Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle. Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;.
Deep shadows above the black-blue sea,. The eyes of the storm are watching me. A murderous silence is gasping for air. Dark clouds are resting, can't flee.
I am the fire of the earth. The inner stream of burning blood. A grain of sand - the fastest stone. I am the fertile soil below. I am dreadful like a violent gale.
Oh, once again, I kneel before this altar. Out in the moist chilly forest I proclaim. The Autumn leaves that fell. And those who still attach the trees.
The road is paved while we walk it. To the place where we pay for the sins. we have no yet paid for in life. Sacrificing to the God of doubt. . Fuck hope.
["Summer of the Diobolical Holocaust" from "Under a Funeral Moon"]. Hearses are raining. from the open sky. megolomania. reigns supreme. Chilled in horror - Christian Death.
Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul. Pure demonised blessing as I kill myself in woe. Alls souls coloured the pace of the moon. Shall suffer the religious.
Come the Raging Chaos, Rule Power from your Soul. Pure Demoniac blessing as I Kill Myself in Woe. All Souls Coloured the Face of the Moon. Shall suffer the Eclipse.
The dark and cold wastelands of. Grey dust softens when my downturned. triangular teardrops covers the ground. This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock.
Striving for a piece of Lucifer. Don't you know it can never be digested ?. I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately. And it really worries me sick.
I have had this Vision. Of a voyage in mind and soul. Through silent Somniferous scenes. Within the enclosed chambers of my. . Untouched spiritual experiences.
It would take a world of executioners. to see the need of henchmen in everyday life. (the) credibility of the meek. Stained with the juice of frustrated priests.
Taken tetner. MÃrket faller. Ondskap Slumrer. Skogen kaller. . Her ute i Dyrets domene. gjennom en dyster, Gusten Skog. engler lÃper, engler flyr. vekk fra min egen kikegaard.
Kan do Ãyne Slottet i det fjerne. og dets lystige, skralende fest. Par som danser, par som ler. par som svÃmmer i uakstom Synd. . Og under den sol dom (de) sorte tilber.
Forward into this battle. That no one can win. Labyrinth trench on torn land. Sin origin, sin driven. . I am of pride and contempt. A crossfire volunteer.
Skadefro selvmordstanker. fra et liv p stengrunn. Konkav agenda. Mannevond!. . Hammerslag p hammerslag. Sjakk matt Jesu Krist. Hammerslag p hammerslag.