--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. YOURE JUST PATHETIC, RESPECT NON-EXISTENT. A PERFUSION OF THE FAITHLESS, YOU BATHE IN YOUR IGNORANCE.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. BREAK THROUGH THESE WITHERED WALLS. FALLING SHORT OF AN ABLITY.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. THE TALE OF MANKIND, ONE OF CONSTANT STRUGGLE. AGAINST THIS HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. FORMING TALES OF DEATH. THAT WILL CALL THE. VILE FILTH FILLED WHORES.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. I AM ALL PAIN, OVERCOME FROM LACK OF FAITH. WELCOMED BY NONE, YET FEARED BY ALL.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. ITS LIKE FUCKING WITH YOUR EYES SHUT (OH). . IN THE DARK I CANT REMEMBER YOUR FACE.
Within the misty late year's forest. In times when slouds and trees stand empty. Nine thousand wolves are gathered in the snow. To raise a long and greyish howl..
Great fires, happy faces. a boiling cauldron before the eyes. the blood within the veins run hot. a thousand laughts fill the dusk. unaware of the cloak rising.
So flee this place oh wanderer. as soon as you have read this words. . Never were this brothers wich are bruined here. meant to live so soon the earth.
From my armchair I look into the future, see the darkness rising. a tidal wave that takes my thoughts and flood them into the past. on to the shore of puzzled memories, torn and forgotten.
A gate to acity of green marble light. never seen so pure elsewhen in life. it was the realm ivory dreamers hope.... and long for,. but the gate seem sealed now forever..
I awake and it is morning. I breathe and it is wind. I stand up and it is sunrise. I wander and it is clouds moving. I drink and it is rivers flowing.
A grey December day in the cemetary. he is standing at her gravestone. and he is reading the golden epitaph. lost in rememberance...once more.. . Her beauty was a flower in bloom.
In a dream. we quarrel again. don't love each other. our eyes are black like the hell. in a dream. our looks are dead romance. there's no rest. and the night is forever.
Woahhhhhhhhoooooohhhhh X2. Chorus:. I know he hurt you. I know he played you. I know its hard and. And seems unreal too. But u just have to. Try to fight it.
We race forward to cross divided lines,. the thought of failure is our biggest fear,. losing our souls replacing them with greed,. so called success remains to be seen,.
Anytime I talk to you. You just scream even when I often try. To you it's not good enough. If I try to show affection you turn away. Your so called care is just like the door you slam in my face.
up on top rain falls in a sedative form soaking the masses. form warm a means of addiction will be your means of power. grounded with submission so we won't seek the truth.
You seized more than words you stole a part of me,. freezing my sureness and ability to trust,. when we're apart you just betray me,. now your malevolence is all we share,.
music by Vincent Bocchini. lyrics by Vincent Bocchini. . Beautiful oh so beautiful. You saw me and I saw you. Came to me you came to me. Approached me and helped me through.