The cold nights have awakened Me. The soft winds to undress Me. The nails of two witches have touched Me. Their caress cuts like the sharpest ice. Yes it is their way, this so mysterious way.
Wolves gleam in human eyes. Stealing tears from divine. Break of hope, break of necks, hand on leash. Can't go wrong, lickanthrope!. . Heart of a wolf breaking the bitter skin.
Hey you little Jesus Bride why have you smiled to me?. Hey you little Jesus Bride why have you sang to me?. . They say that God is inside us all, and sometimes He is.
No caso do mal de Cristo o primeiro sintoma e a morte.. Calcula-se que cem milhoes de pesspas morteram do mal de Cristo.. "Eu sou o caminho". Os efeitos especiais ecoluriam multo desde Jesus..
The fury of waters. Revolving still,. Your voices are silences. When they speak through me.. To the crossroads. We are turning our backs. And in each of you wounds.
I'll see you in my dreams,. Hold you in my dreams.. Someone took you out of my arms,. Still I feel the thrill of your charms.. . Lips that once were mine,.
{Hello}. . I am the eternal spectator. The eternal stimulator. Of things that never come. Of things that never come. . I am the eternal spectator. The eternal ruminator.
How we became fire,. Slaves to the smaller desire,. Of ignoring wrong and right?. . When we could have been water,. The shape of all things.. When we could have been water,.
From shadow born. Not a single reason to go on. Darker days ahead. We forgot about, when too far gone. . In her twilight time. Testimony of skin. A ghost in the rain, cursing us by.
Look Me in the eyes and drown.... . "Everyone considered the man in the blue jacket. as the most beautiful human being they have ever seen:. nuns saw on him the Messiah in flesh;.
And then the wine as if his blood. And then the cracks as if was cruelty. By her lips his words are swallowed. Her tongue a blizzard. No reflection in the mirror, no resistance!.
Never resist. The firewalker. To educate you. never look back. He has been sent. at the great Deep. that curse he sings. and never dance to. . Never resist.
For that viper that grows inside your head. she remains there waiting to be fed. self made parasite speculating about the end. . I ask you. Can you forgive her?.
So many stars above our heads and yet we choose to starve. So many stones out there to turn and yet we choose to ignore. Thousands I wish to corrupt, their sons I seek to mislead.
"It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver. and I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of the. modern virtue and other southern winds".
Outside the mythic Rains. let us know we are not insane. blood debts still to be paid. (instead)we celebrate the Stranger. Inside the mythic Pains are played.
Somos memorias de lobos que rasgam a pele. Lobos que foram homens. e o tornarao a ser.... They awake for flesh. Choose pain as a path. Refuse a light.
Diurnal shall be your redemption.. The last of spirits now leaves your body.. We all act as if You are not there.. Seeing is not believing. . Possessional, your communication..
Your honey on coil burns,. As tears drop from your grand dead womb. Undesired, I fell into your being. Releasing shapes inside of you. Only seen in your wildest dreams.