Without light. The dark encloses all. Our works would be but ash. No knowledge of the time that crushes love to dust. Or the life that's frozen deep within our veins.
In the Valley of Dying Stars. as the Gods dream their angry dreams. Restless Spirits, thoughts arise. from the porcelain shuttered rooms. they shift and glide.
My angel in anger, keep me drunk with wrath. Hatred, my light upon my chosen path. No concern about the aftermath. No trepidation. The binds are broken, hold me back no more.
All you are to me is a faded memory. Trust me when I say. I'm alone in these dreams. . Keep your eyes on my hands. And watch in the mirror. And barely understand.
Old boys. Waiting. Two Wrongs. Fading. Matic. Born Old. Hoodwinked. Gallowed. Convinced. Undo. Unmake. Engaged. Too many friends. The revolution may be ill-advised.
Beckoning victims to his horror show into the chamber of pain. Not realizing that soon they will die killed by a man who's insane. Prisoners scream as their blood starts to flow body parts fall to the floor.
I fight to sleep. Can't bare but dream. . Handout the children. Into the darkness. The fathers of sinners. The daughters of hate. Handout the darkness.
Hatred growing, breeding. As the armies mount dead and bleeding. Tens of thousands, no concealing. There's a hunger yet no one's eating. . You can promise, but our dream's dead.
My soul cries. And my ears are bleeding. My mind is haunted. And you don't stop disturbing me. . People are out of control. Everywhere and every time.
Der Druck ist gross auf seinem Schultern. Doch hat die Jagd nicht mal begonnen. . Der Waffenknechte ist voll bepackt. Und stolpernd er versucht zu folgen.
Auf der Strasse liegt ein Mann. Der sich nicht mehr bewegen kannEr hat gekämpft mit großem Mut. Hat bezahlt dafür mit Blut. . Hat nur getan was jeder tut.
This embracing demise. Unglorious surrender of mine. With my fury inside I was lost but found by the Great Taler. My disgrace turned into fire with his hand.
For the hot, for the cold. for the brave, for the bold.. We're emerging out of the condemnation.. In the fire, in the ice.. In the faith of sunrise.. Breaking chains in the name of our liberation..
Savage sphere, killing floor. Spiritual spite in this one coursed world. cluttered mass - one takes four. decadence our daily bread, our overall. This is why earth coincides.
Across the plains come drifts of sand. From graves of water and tombs of man. The hollow weight of history. Desiccated and blowing free. . In the wake, all is dust.
One mind leading. New times written. You're not alone. We're on the way. . Cry for. Wings of Revolution. It's all around. Give it away. . Oh. A new beginning is on the way.
ll the sweetest words I can say. Are not enough to describe you. So I say. . All I feel is peace, calm and grace. When you are here just by my side. And I pray.