There is no other way to explain. For what he has done. He came to me in such a holy way. Such a way that I would die for it. . It is more than just a belief.
Sjlslig Slutsats. . [Text: T.Scorn, Music: I.Hate]. . En rst. Facetterad i tomheten.. En sanning. Ondsint blod fdde fromheten.. Detta sprk. Besynnerlig kvsning av anfders stolthet..
To ashes, dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, to ashes, to ashes, dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, to ashes, to ashes, dust to dust. . Beautiful child turning into stone.
Hoping to scratch him.. As we bleed to death.. As we have a shepherd we do not want.. I run on a treadmill that never stops.. My reflection in the wading pool is dirty,.
A day not to forget, the machine has collapsed. Under the program it's been given, look inside. The broken shell, look inside the broken shell. To see the broken heart.
Surgical Distortion. . Using of their flesh and their blood in excess. To show the world the real benefits of mutilation. Jubilant discovery of mental torture.
Schyzophrenic Carnage. . It's a normally night of winter an enormous full moon white. Rocks the land in the violet little cracks could be heard. Of tiniest leaves in the wind around this farm lead astray.
i don't want to fight anymore. lets just lie here. and listen to our hearts. move to and fro.
waking up on short breaths again. i promise your good enough this time. the words will come this time. if you just give it a chance. it will come this time.
Song For A Ghost. . [Music & lyrics : Abate, Blachier, Canavaggia, Cozzi, Lavail]. . I've never asked. To live this life of pain and suffering. I've never asked.
Sine Sole Nihil. . [Music & lyrics : Abate, Blachier, Canavaggia, Cozzi, Lavail]. . When the light is in your back. And the eve in your eyes. Do you feel the breath of anguish?.
Extensive damages of tissue. And many blisters. It's a picture of a woman. Scared...and alone. . -Light doesn't bring consolation. . All- embracing pain in the face.
[Music: Yattering, Lyrics: Jhabba]. . Sentence has dropped.... Waiting for social terms of thankfulness. Arrangement of next subtle plan of extermination....
(Music: Yattering, Lyrics: Svierszcz). . You kill, destroy, you filth,. You arrange internal existence potential. On murder, mechanical structures. Destroy a tribe, nations, life doesn't.
We spit in your direction. We are animals at heart. Left on Devil's Island. We'll tear the world apart. No ships seen on horizon. No food left in the store.
Turn back the tide of a thousand years. When the hunted were many, the land was in tears. The dark one has placed his hands on the earth. His minions, no mercy, no quarter today.
Don't anger the gods. You might find yourself in the grave. The strongest of strong. All have been put to the blade. The great and the noble. Princes and kings.
There once was a man. Started playing this game. Good, bad and ugly. Results were the same, the same. . He cheated and lied. 'Til he got to the top. Power-mad crazy.
She moved a little closer. She was hypnotizing him. Had him in her power. He's desperate to break free. Nowhere to run. And there was nowhere to hide.