Opium, desire or will?. Inspiration bound from an elegant seed. Subversion, through smoke I foresee. Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy. . Opium, bring me forth another dream.
Red meat is the inner shrine of our immortal soul. The heart breaking out illusions of innocent blood. Desire is pain. Eating away the worm in the brain.
Vanishing act inside the weak. In need of you and all what's real. Spirited into our lost ways. . In solitudes to follow. Across the land departed on sea.
Nocturna steals the night. . High heels of crystal. Stuck in the heart. Daylight that heals. The full moon scars. . Spider strategy. And the wish to be.
Come morning, chalice of dawn. To crown the sufferer in their glory. Come, for we are failing. Come, for we are waiting. For we are trying to breathe.
Our seals were so easily broken. Our hope were so silently crushed. Still our hearts can't be broken. Still our hearts will hold. . Cause once we were kings.
Approach and try to live me backwards. then without looking behind. surviving is somewhat confusing. although I never mind. . if only silence could ever talk.
[Originally performed by OZZY OSBOURNE]. . Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head. Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead. Your life style to me seemed so tragic.
Medusa caught in the mirror blade. Expression burnt in the waters red. Under her wing we were born. No dreams of rising for the kind of man. For the kind of man.
As madmen, some hung head down. From a long-dead tree. Some discuss, all at once. For no one to hear. Variations on emptiness. Great themes on vain glory.
I am the moment, the soul. The moment that ends it all. I am the second, the will. The serpent, the one you last recall. . The living pulse of nightmares.
I am the moment, the soul. The moment that ends it all. I am the second, the will. The serpent, the one you last recall. . The living pulse of nightmares.
Have you ever loved a woman. who should be that little intruder. in the one that you should be. . Share the snake with us,. swallow the snake for us....
I am the flood. and rots with it. who drags the dirt. She is the soil. and lives on it. with whom I flirt. who purifies. I am the flood. the Lord of Lies.
Whatever haunts me from birth on. Is leaking white blood again. It is sickening my hearts. While I divide yours in two. . Lustmord. (Never stop to hurt you).
The Principles firmly confused.. Shake them awake. The circles vicious.. All full of wishes.. . The vapours which invite us in.. In hope we bring the final piece..
Bleed no reflection. On the waters that fear. Make things happen. . Accept no resignation. For some life has been cruel. You have set the mood. . Thinking about you.
In your thoughts. . "Behold the bridegroom cometh. In the middle of the night". Behold the rats who follow him. Why do they want our destruction?. . Do broken men still sail in your blade.