I've fled this promised freedom. Fled this justice's parody. Fled your unreal heaven. Fled your blindest beliefs. . Here starts the true fight. Here starts my life through your death.
[Talon: Glenn Hughes]. [Tyran: Andre Matos]. . [Talon(with Aina Choir*):]. My heart has left my chest. My life, my love is gone. I've failed my land, my Lady.
[Torek & Sorvahr: Thomas Rettke]. . [Torek & Sorvahr:]. Pulse and rage within my veins. Oh, Mother Night, fulfil me. Thick and black my will remains. Oh, Mother Night, come thrill me.
[Baktuk: Olaf Hayer]. [Sorvahr: Thomas Rettke]. [Talon: Glenn Hughes]. [Oria: Candice Night]. . [Angelic Ainae Choir:]. Thnaton swrutaena jewria taemr.
False teeth and a rubber hammer. White plastic shield. Bring the kids a cute souvenir.
Examples of barbarism miss what you mock. Slight pause to vomit. Advocating organ harvesting, equal opportunity destroyer. Spontaneous combustion.
Overabundance causes confusion. . Time vs. necessity. Time vs. necessity. Time vs. necessity. Time vs. necessity. . Hurry, only 6 seconds to go. Repeat as necessary.
In every living thing in this planet has an aura.. The area that you are discussing now is the aura of this planet. It is. the Communicative Channel to which the Millionth Council governs this.
And when the moon enrapts the streams. And trembles on the fen. A thousand years have flown it seems. Since then, since then. . For if today I part the veil.
A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation. Would Death unmask the azure of the creation?. Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties. . A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals.
Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala. Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind. Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare.
Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala. Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind. Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare.
Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti?. Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,. Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti.
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony. I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods. . The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs.
Blue textures cascade downward to the base of the monolith. Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls. Two arms reach out a cloak of silent nihil. Revenants untouched by the scythe.
They escaped the weight of darkness. to forge a path into the marrow of the spirit. They chose to drown in a deeper vacancy. an emptyness that quells the null.