You, guardian of Bifrost.. You, who's born by nine sitsers.. . You, who hear the grass grow.. You, who see hundreds of miles.. . Guard your bridge. night and day..
J'ai pataug dans les tranches de septembre 14. Toujours en premire ligne au-devant des assauts. Revivons ensemble ma Grande Guerre. Accomplie par des hommes, aujourd'hui des hros..
"Mind Building". Directly inspired by a neo-New-Age thought. Finally, it's time to progress. and to reach our spirit. These few statements are just an approach, a call.
Link souls to the totem of doubt. Once again I shut my eyes passing through a nebulus void. Constantly watching in your mind. Guide my hands to the realm where nothing dies.
Total eclipse chaos. We are the infants of the disinheritance. The futile future invisible people. Invincible with a trans-lucid heart. Inviolable total eclipse chaos.
The soul thrower. Spirit of sadness. Forever damned. . Divine passage to Hell. Sacred ossuary of eternity. A morbid retirement far away from the mortals.
Marchons sur les graviers. Masse sombre rectangulaire. Attire une curiosit y a germ. Vision nette de mes yeux clairs. Avant l'corchement de sa carapace.
This time..... It was our summer.. It was something,no one could take from us!. Sometimes that night,seems so close. Like I,could hold it. You said alright, we'll be fine..
Gentle were the words that set her free. She became the stinging rain. She became the hurricane. A drumming in my sleep. Must I breathe your name always.
Breaking dawn will bring revenge. We should know by now were so sick. It was buiding up and noone was watching. Were running out of darkened corners to sweep the waste into.
These images of the television heads. Spouting promises that disappear in days. Move and shift as we cross the Styx. And the carnival slips out of town.
Rising from the tide. a Kraken cloaked in wisdom. propogates his lies. for love of living death.... . As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles.
Storm clouds spreading. Black horizons oil slick the southern sky. What prospects should I gather here to motivate my corpse to rise?. Bloodshot. My eyes reject the staleness of this day.
Standing on a ledge,and it rains endlessly. Funny how the rain looks like tears on my face. Staring at the moon,she used to be my friend. But even she can't stop me form falling down....
Take my breathe away. Say all I need to hear. And it all lies where it lies. . Time,you think I'd had enough. It's too late,too late I can't give up. And sometimes all I want is an end.
Your just feeding the corpse,acknowledging a ghost. Everyone is beautiful when your veins are filled with dope. With my hands behind my back,powdered poison I n the shell.
When the ice sings her lullaby. when seeds are spread. blue sky is inside. only once I sensed the spring. . Living memories. like yesterday. in sunshine they belong.