Born unto a bastard nation,. The dying remnants of our breed.. Aura's of,an ancient past,. Of those that knew so long before..... . But time goes on....
My destitute life I owe to no one.. I reside alone in the darkness,. Staring out from the blackened walls of my mind.. Tormented through knowledge,unshackled by wisdom,.
So much to live,. Yet the yearning for death,. Perpetual in my mind.. To end the pain.. . I wait for time to show me my path,. The continuum or the end?.
I pray. To the god of war. To stop this storm. Of raining blood. To end this war. Keep you away. From the demon's thorns. . This is a nightmare. And we can't wake up.
Silent we're approaching. In silence we stride. Dakr as our souls. Is the fire in our eyes. We dance in the moonlight. In forests so black. We've been gone for a while.
Where roses never die. Another life, another try. Beyond the mountains, beyond the fields. My fortune is waiting for me. Another life... Another life....
There comes a night. When you will hear her cry. The Banshees song. Then you will know is time. Time to go. To where you have been before. Then you will come.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.. . Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.. . Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.. . Round about the cauldron go;. In the poison'd entrails throw..
I look at the horizon. As the everlasting sky. Just like it is on fire. And the sun is about to die. Forever you are calling me. Forever i hear your voice.
Behind the walls I hide where the sun cannot reach me. Within the tower where you can't see my face. Through dust I slowly stride where the night is forever.
Welcome, friends to feast upon the mighty bowels of God - the late. In putrid stench our supper is served - rejoice and rejuvenate.. Eat the sins - the rotten flesh. Devour what's left behind..
Spawned by frost wastelands. Out of ice and snow and shadows born. The legions that now stand ready. The fight and die for the Ogre Lord. . The hordes of darkness are gathered.
Upon the moor. A ragged shape. So silent stand. In your dreams. With outstretched wings. The Angel dance. So dark and fearful. Can you see his face?. And then another vision.
Pale shines the moon above me. It lights my way through the desert night. How much further do I have to wander?. How much more must I sacrifice?. . Mentioned only by the mad one.
Thursday night. The moon shines bright. The witching hour strikes. You stand at the crossroads. You summon me. Up from hell. With rhymes and spells. I will buy what you sell.
Voices, sweet and beckoning. In your mind, leads you the way. Guides you through the blackened night. They've promised that you'll be safe. . Shadows dance before your eyes.
See me walk.... I'm a blasphemy. Made not by god. But the power of his name i live. . Look into my eyes. Empty and hollow.... What you see. Is my unholy soul.
Torn apart. The moonlit night. The silence. And then no more. Left to die. In another dream. I would shine. It would be mine.... . The silent one before me rise.
On this night we dance in the moonlight. Our feet are bare in the cold white snow. Our stiff bones move so slowely. Nut we will dance until our shrouds fall off.