The needing of needles, prick my skin. Cold blood is boiling, start the binge. . Aggressive injection, the track marks run. Intended supression, finale has begun.
Aftonens rodnad likt en brinnande gloria. Mantlar nu trevande moln, det ymniga frgspel. . Det skymmer I dalgng dr fjlllv sig banar. Blodrd nu gnistrar forsens strm,.
Aftonens rodnad likt en brinnande gloria. Mantlar nu trevande moln, det ymniga frgspel. . Det skymmer i dalgng dr fjlllv sig banar. Blodrd nu gnistrar forsens strm,.
A fiery soul's motion. Inside a vibration never seen. Fragments from our existence. Cosmic instruments released. . I travel mathematical events. The mind's space in centre.
Trdgrnsens lvsal I brandgul skiftning flammar. Hsten uppvaknar att glda livets ln. Branternas sagosyn min trstiga sjl nu ammar. Nerver ormlikt ringlar sig n.
[Experiencing order:]. Through sonorous lands my senses float. Mesmerized by an harmonious note. Which are leaping from a string within. I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin.
Born in the auroral arc's centre. with eyes reflecting its sublime ways. A splendid vision to enter,. robed in the semblance of beams in haze. It enlights his eternal questioning.
An extension of the theories. Gravitates across the seas. Changing the accepted terms,. But still it only confirms. That it is as equal close (or far).
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. . from a far existence a phantom came. to gibe and curse the mortal.. Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance. wich petrified everything, even the wind..
No, don't touch me,. why do you want to destroy. my beauty that lived. eternally engraved in the centuries?. . No, don't hurt me,. why do you want to censure.
Walking down Queenstown Road. I come from busy town to unknown world. When its dark my lonely steps run. like the enthralling evasions of the ingenious mind.
On the verge of a heatwave. Come on over to my house. We're gonna go out and play. We're gonna tear it all down. When we hit the strip tonight. Can you feel the power and the flashing lights.
[Thorpe/Howe]. . On the verge of a heatwave. Come on over to my house. We're gonna go out and play. We're gonna tear it all down. When we hit the strip tonight.
(Lyrics: M.McGee // Music: M.McGee, G.Thorpe). Winter is falling, chill's in the air. Angel is calling a spirit somewhere. Memories that bind me, the tears never end.
(Lyrics: G.Thorpe, C.Albert // Music: G.Thorpe, M.Mcgee). Pins and needles won't soften the ice. Freezer burn, a needless sacrifice. Lost a piece of myself last night.