This is the life of doubt. This is a vision, so-so. This is the birth of the emotionally gone.. Our minds have no capacity for this thought. Of the never before, this break from the forced upon..
I've never been this far from home and it seems I've covered my tracks. The lines they're blurring fast when time grabs hold and doesn't let go. Monotony, this lifelong shore leave..
My heart corrupts my words. Without a thought I spill my heart to you. Besiege.. Without sight I beg for color, with no voice. I don't want my voice. I wont promise you freedom..
Biding my time. Step back in the light, we need to see you clearly. Every line is on display. Every crack is on display. Truth is such an easy word to preach or scream, but when you're building your face out of the lies that you've bought, the truth cant find a way when smothered with disease..
broken mirror still knows your face. In mere fragments we make our moves, under cover of dimmed light. This is not His love, not His love. Not when we only know our reflections and live and die by the gun. Beneath flesh and bone theres a body perfected. How obsolete then is it to be chained to this earth by your fetters of fashion and rot. Charm is deceptive. We bought deception..
Pain, greed, death,. Welcome the final prophecy,. Rage, war,. Shall destroy the world. A new dawn shall rise up and shine. This is the words of Nostradameus.
Love is great but yet painfully. Making scars I never would believe. You might know what I'm thinking of. I cry my tears eternally. Read this lines and understand.
It really doesn't matter what person you are. Does not even matter what goals you achieved. Positions or titles it don't matter to me. It's all 'bout promises, can't you see.
Watching over misty heavens. Great landscape passes by. Feeling blood adrenalized, that's running. through my veins. As the first of lightning cracks out.
Somewhere in time. In a far away place. A wonderful country. is falling from grace. . They don't know it yet. But theese times will come. When a cleanhearted young man.
[The prophet of all times:]. My dear sweet prince,. I've seen you in my dreams. Your rise and fall, I've seen it all,. I wonder how you feel. Now you're on the run,.
Is it much to late. To save what is left of our world. There's so much hate. Inside our minds and our hearts. . I ask - Why don't we realize. What we see with our own eyes.
[Intro solo Michael]. . [The prince:]. Here we are, we stand together, fighting for what's right. We're marching on towards the palace, soon it is in sight.
[The prince:]. Through with my masterplan,. Now it's time to act. If I wait it'll be too late to save our beloved state. . I have seen my only chance in my wardener.
I saw my place among the royal court. To be the one for people there. I could have been the king's almighty eye. As I appeared they praised my name. .
You were the one. To lead us on our path. To what would be a country for us all. . You weren't on your knees. For leaders from west nor east. You got your own opinion.
I'll rise, I'll rise. Back from the dead again. Oh, sweet revenge. Fire and slaughter. . Alive, alive. From the grave I've risen. A sword day, a red day.