Bloodtrails in the snow. Someones dying, that's all I know. But the fear of something loathing. Pains my heart. . I can hear the ice crack under me. My washed up mind is calling me.
From trashes in the rivers. To nuclear devices. Acid rain, hurricanes. Many disquieting signs. . Toxic gas factories. Are we living in a brave new world.
From Nine to Five Every Day. In This Machine You Are Slave. What Richman Want Must Be Done. And There Is No Time For Fun!. . Come Break All Chains. Wear Leather And Spikes.
En man han tjnt herr lagers grd. I sommar, vinter r fr r.. Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?. . Fr slit och slp under himmel gr. Han blott sitt brd som lning fr..
Never seen light, Fragments of hope shattered. This frozen wasteland, lost souls gather. Shrieking voices, echo in the wind. Piercing our heart, voices of the dead.
"I speak to you now, sons and daughters of. Dragonland, After what may seem to some like. A lifetime of silence, These words are not my. own, for I utter the mind of Elsydeon,.
I listen to the whispering waves. The whispering waves of unconditional love. With my feet on earth, my head above. . The night's an echo of myself. A shadow that will flow forevermore.
Breathless, I stand here to kill. Oblivion waits on my command. Merciless, abandon your faith. You've reached the final descent. . Blacken my soul. Forget the woes of peace.
Go. . Hundred killers after you. What the hell you gonna do?. Think they're gonna kick your ass. Bring you down, make you crash, oh yeah. . I never thought.
It's you against us, everyone on me. All on their own side, but my side's the right side. Scattered people with broken minds. Same perception but different approach.
I'm here to kill, I'm here to die. I feel this pain, I have this hate. You teach me love, you teach me fear. But now you getting it all back. (And my reasons are just trivial).
In darkest times when evil ruled. Salvation out of sight. Three wise men had seen the sign. To end eternal night. . Life... Awaiting signs from the one.
oh there it is brewing deeply inside of me. such an evil philosophy. if only the good die young then i know why. i remain in this world so alive. im surrounded by spider webs, insect eyes.
At the end of the day. the warrior takes place. beside the bonfire. taling us his tales.. . "His tales of fates, tales of hope". when all hope is gone.
a golden arrangement was made. a golden arrangement was made. and it's so easy to hold on to all the promises that you made. . a figure. a monster. a simple impostor.
In the middle of the forest wild. He's kneeling in front of a pond so wide. Staring into dark and silent waters. He joins the stream taking the hand of other.
When one must overcome. And one must fight for light and some. Came across the power of the sea. Or the blowing of the North-wing.. Then were the times ahead.