You try to hide. The fact hidden from yourself. Your own favorite entertainer. Is none other than. The one we call you. And you need the others. To fortify your disgust.
Silence in shivering solitude. Obligations pressure for all to bear. All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies. Can mere words fill. The emptiness from which I fed?.
Strange love dance, the dividing line. The dividing line. . We shall burn, we shall burn the earth. We shall burn, we shall burn our lives. . For the tallest tree shall battle most.
No one survives such an attack. And we all stood like monuments. Baring the nails in her back. . Still moving sinews. In a graceful impression of life.
Nothing of a man was he. His true face of sleep, a deception. Fell through all the way to the bottom. Learned to hold. . Again we vowed not to hold sacred.
Lyrics: Stanne. Cast out from a world of selfdeceit. in senseless fear of denial. Forgive the others indifference. and on paths of wisdom trait. In grief thou shalt not wander.
"Come with me", he said and erased it from his mind. Be with me now but of love we are frightened stiff. We'd rather leave and head for the skies. Than say all the right words too soon.
Make all the cold trees mourn. Their branches frozen in sightless motion. Waving, reaching for the whipping rain. . There was silence and the firmament withdrew.
Develop every aspect. Enhance its fetal form. Distort for the purpose of another aim. . For you shall know me. See why in shadows I hide. Lest be thy own defeat.
Lyrics: Sundin. Voice of the Shadow of Beauty - Friden. Voice of the Shadow of Darkness - Sundin. Shadows play - in my wilderness'. mindscape they seek;.
Riddled by the trappings of words that makes the edges blur. Here on the outskirts of sincerity and pride. Stretched as far as words can reach by the lure of higher meaning.
Fast fading roses. Non-lingering words. Scythe be my instrument. Through dreams I now rage. . No guidance is me offered. No forgiveness thee is promised.
cowardice, this chain of events. gather and plot the ensnaring of me (ensnaring). gone now the sense of lust. is there a cost for the reckless excess?.
Born of laughter. Strangled by sin. No remorse. Mistreat the soul again. . No features. The blur of things denied. No return. The cross to bear is my own.
For we're the outstretched fingers. That seize and hold the wind. . The strangeness of awakening. In an oh, so silent world. Breathlessly waiting for the first.
Make enemies of truth and reason. In that a rage is born. Start out a promise and a venture. Where direction was never the goal. . How does it feel. To run out of nothing.
Insufficient facts make up for a frail foudation. Breeding the obscene for the opinion customized. Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels.
neither here nor there in our unity of twine. solitary sanity, traded in for life. . once we crawled into the artificial night. all was left and I arrived on your time.
By the wind and by time, by everything that flees. A torment of my liking: exploring extremes. All thoughts secluded as fear stalks its blooded soil. In the winding path where a chain now rattles.
[music: Jivarp, Henriksson, Brandstrom]. . What comes as no surprise. To a jaded mind no less. Insight comes from soothing grace. Left to waiting days.