Riffs: Swano, Axelsson. Lyrics: Axelsson, Nerberg. . Bleeding tears, crying blood a human (being) emotionally odd,. hear the sight, feel the sound, spirits call from all around,.
(Epidemic Reign Part 3). Bleeding tears, crying blood a human. (being) emotionally odd, hear the sight,. feel the sound, spirits call from all aro-. und, as I wander closer to what I'll never.
I hate humanity and I will not hesitate to kill!. There's been this hatred since my birth, and I can feel it still. Deep inside my cold heart I am yearning to slay.
Freedom=Fuck! People secure their freedom with a gun.. They have lost faith in everything even themselves.. Gun-propaganda from the land of the free -- "The land of.
Psalm 1 'The Blessing'. The Priest:. Confess your sins to God, don't be afraid.. Just like me of flesh and blood you're. made. I can heal your wounds and cleanse.
Crying. The anger and sorrow in your eyes is shining. thru your disguise, you can not hide all youer lies!. Falling. The abyss you enter is so deep, it doesn't.
The stranger it seems, the clearer it gets in my eyes. It's like all that is wicked, is natural with my sight. As damned as I may seem to you, the feeling gets me high.
Subconciuos desolation of your mind.. Enter the church of life.. Decieved by the almighty.. Obeying the book of lies.. . Goes money to those who suffer,.
[1.]. All is dead in me, except my will to be. Living blood no longer feeds me. Need no sympathy, for the life of being dead. Of being eternally, I'm no stranger to this afterlife.
Cold, pale, ro rest I'm laid no shivers. from inside. Entombed and forgotten,. here, forever I shall hide. Feel no blood. flow in me. But I feel so alive. I feel my.
Music by Axelsson. Keyboards by Swano. Dubbed lead vocals by Dread. . Whispers, Travelling with the wind. Like fragments of unbecoming, the. gathering of our sins..
Deathdefying son of god. Twice you died in vain. No stronger than mortal. That made you re-live your pain. And as the crown grows tighter around your head.
Now and then a question would be raised. Strong misgivings threatened to be voiced. But these were judgments wiser not to say. To doubt the child could prove to be a rash and deadly choice.
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls. Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap. He must ne'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call.
Oh willing host who doth not know. The full desire of this prisoner. You walk where angels fear to go. Thou shalt soon embrace the reckoner. Thy halo of glory, hope's true gage.
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls. Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap. He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call.
She veiled herself with trivial thought. A mask of insignificance. Her daughter failed to see beyond. The fabric of irrelevance.
Striking hard, striking fast in desperation. The world around is filled with shades of red. Forced to stand in weak anticipation. As rivulets of blood run down the Child's head.
One quiet night the lady traveled out beyond the monastery. Her quest was one of urgency and human preservation. She traveled with companions to reach the ruined city.
And thus was read the incantation. Voices echoed round and round. The woman smiled in weak elation. Mesmerized inside the sounds. . And with these chants of higher lore.