[XXV. The origin of the Mayfair Witches]. . [By the letters of Petyr Van A., 1638]. . From that crazy night. I never forget my love. Before he pile of logs,.
crying, shouting. screaming, yelling. you must feel. sights of vanished spirits. don't stop here my fellow. make yourself at home. . screaming heartbeat in the silence.
A Theory Of An Evening Sky. . "The streets are filled with echoes lost souls. They're waiting for. their chance to be heard to rest. Cries of all their sorrow and anger..
Tell me not in mornful numbers. "life is but an empty dream!". for the soul is dead that slumbers,. and things are not what they seem.. . Life is real! Life is earnest!.
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God. Truth dies in the dying shout,. Crying kisses or killer's hands. And the glory grows on glorious heads....
Another night. Another fright. Another passion the words in my mind. The eyes becoming wild. . Flesh and blood...bloody bones. At night outside. I can't control it.
I herd the trailing garments of the night. sweep through her marble halls;. I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light. from the celestial walls. .
My mind's remains come to life again. While ny sould awakes from my sence's Night. But at once another dark's spreading around.... To feel if I were a dead...in Hell....
Long ago died silent lips. Ghosts of lovely words, tears. of a never-ending hollow-life. Jewels of the deadly Nights. . Memories have been lost in time.
Things. . As the rain keeps pouring down, everything's so sad and cold. Learning to live with it all, learning to live with it all. Sometimes it seemes like it all stands still.
Silently Leaving. . This world of, confusion, suffocates our greatest dreams. Feeding the disease, silently leaving, this behind. Searching, the towers, for the colours of the world.
Sacred Lies. . Reborn, to have the will to kill, to search the highest ground, for penetrating carnage. In the absence of light, I stand tall to feel, resurrection from above.
Remains Of A Shattered Illusion. . The remains of a shattered illusion twisted forms implanted inside. Forcefed and emotionally devastated you silently faded away.
Lost In Solitude. . As I walk through the mists of life, drowned by the things I behold. Struggle to find what lies within, like the stories I've been told.
Injection. . Abused by perfection, choked on expected ideals. A new world, a new disorder, through the boundries we'll walk. Devastated!. . Fall down to gain perspective, to see the light.
God In Silence. . Bound to serve the brick on your chest. You watch it grow 'til you burst into dust. Sadistic thoughts of what you should be. Be chosen, be special, a human god.