[music: Brandstrom, Jivarp, Henriksson]. . deeper shades of red descending. smear our names, the stains unending. turn forgiveness,. break the lens distorted.
Let me tell you about the loss of all. the failing of all that we hold dear. Wrapped up nicely in ourselves. . Chaos resolves. that which order defiles.
upon our evening when the sun fired blanks. there rode the sickness out of our sight. carried torches burned out long before it's time. among these ruins where our love to be found.
[music: Brandstrom, Jivarp, Henriksson]. . what we always fear and loathe. becomes of us. repay the visit of our loss. reset the marks again. the turning point.
Unless another wall is breaking. Nothing can come of this elusive. Against our better judgement. (allow) our image to stand ground. turn around and. .
Devoid of life. Far from the strengthening force. From which it feeds. The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee. Behold the answers that darkness sets free.
A human force, stronger than logic. Beyond the focus and the grander ideas. One microcosmos in this wretched piece of hell. Distant memories of what empathy we felt.
What if you are an island of sorrow?. Then I'll be the raging sea. What if you are the region's dreams?. Then I'll be the storm, all where fire rages.
Come and dance through my vanity's hall. Welcome to my exhibition. Ornaments fall. The fate of my art, condemned. . And the creative seed. That grows to the tune of the harvest song.
Eventually they'll come. Your name has been called. Out for aeons. To claim the blood. And salvage what remains. . For once we've seen the fragile nature.
To remain objective. to a closer call. Secretly rejected. and to mediocrity fall. caught on the downslopes of life. . the patted shoulder remembers. the elbowed side resists.
You try to hide. The fact hidden from yourself. Your own favorite entertainer. Is none other than. The one we call you. And you need the others. To fortify your disgust.
Silence in shivering solitude. Obligations pressure for all to bear. All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies. Can mere words fill. The emptiness from which I fed?.
Strange love dance, the dividing line. The dividing line. . We shall burn, we shall burn the earth. We shall burn, we shall burn our lives. . For the tallest tree shall battle most.
[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]. . A peaceful town down by the lake. A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said. Quite prosperous one might add.
A peaceful town down by the lake. A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said. Quite prosperous one might add. Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake.
hear the funeral bells chime. the eve of our nocturnal feast of pain. diabolical ghastly winds. burn the corpses of weak. believers in shame. see our black legions rise.
Once in the silence of the woods. In the shadows of a crescent moon. . The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne. The ears enjoy silent songs. "I have seen things and heard talks.
Strenghtened bravemen hearts. Ride with the pale moon. Reach for the source of wisdom. In the glare of the guiding star. Visions of a pure land. As fires haunt.