Oblivion and melancholy cover my way.. Night opens the door in the cobweb of time.. My spirit is free and I'm going away. by the path of the past, to the world of my prime..
Millenniums, swallowing lives of nations. and casting generations down in the dust and oblivion,. mortifying hopes of people, why can't I touch your spectral surface..
Look at this marvelous garden washed by warm rays of the sun.. Once I had roamed here until my power hasn't gone.. Formerly I had been free, I had been able to fly like the beautiful swans..
Daylight leaves this world again, the burning ball called Sun. now again must go down, behind the inaccessible line.. Wings of the night are low above me, night wrapped deserted fields,.
How art thou fallen from heaven, o Lu'ci-fer, son of the morning!. How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations.. For thou hast said in thine heart,.
The abyss of forgotten dreams and desperate thoughts. was lost in the"bright"light of half God.. Evil embodiment of your vicious hopes,. I was lost in the labyrinth of the being..
The vague silhouette rising. In the misty cradle of my dreams. I hail you, dark goddess of light. Embodiment of my hopes, princess of the night. . Don't dissolve in the silver of stars.
I didn't go out today. I won't go out tomorrow. I'll just sit at home. and wallow in my sorrow. have you got some hope i can borrow. I used to think so big.
Giant steps are what you take. Walking on the moon. I hope my legs don't break. Walking on the moon. We could walk forever. Walking on the moon. We could live together.
I would die for peanut butter. Come on y'all!. . Go!. Are you ready?. Start the riot! Start the riot! Start the riot! Start the riot, now!. Fight! War! Fire! Violence! Death! Police! TV!.
such pretty packaging. we're all in the front row salivating. to watch the legless fucking. palms sweaty on the floor. push. push. i can't see myself.
there ain't nothing on this mother. they think we don't own it. they try so hard to make us forget, get. they think we don't own it. they try so hard to make us forget, get.
everything inside my house is broke. the stove don't work. my window is cracked. it's all fucked up. a hall of broken mirrors. path of broken glass. everything inside my house is black.
like some girl in a snuff video. with a chord around her neck. and her veins full of blow. she's dancing like she doesn't know. that she's hanging in the morgue with industrial.
I.D.O.N.T.G.I.V.E.A.F.U.C.K.. . I want to go out dancing but they will not let me go. Throw my hands up in the air and stomp my feet upon the floor. but these obligations, obligations, weighing down on me.
i will bring you the truth. it's 1917 all over again. about a bloody revolution that's about to begin. i got my torch and pitch fork. got the day off work.
I'm scared to death. Of myself. . I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything. I have become the pain. I have become my own demons. . I'm tired of being a punk.
Minal dzien, jakich bylo wiele. Taki zwykly dzien. Kilka trosk, problemow glupich. Pojawilo sie. . Kilka spraw dalo sie rozwiazac. Zapomniane juz. Kilka wciaz po glowie chodzi.
A lost age of forgotten dreams. Reflections in a broken mirror. Hiding the images of hway might have been. Time stands still as the glass water shatters.
Dalas mi przez wiele lat. Nadmiar czulosci. Uczylas mnie, jak kochac swiat. Obdarzac miloscia. . Twoj tak piekny purpurowy plaszcz. Okryl mnie szczelnie.