Two eyes in darkness like two burning fires. Still cold as a wintery lake. The moon is hidden behind dark clouds. Fluttering wings...the silence breaks.
It's the fall. You are damned to live your life in wastelands. It's the fall. In a world where weak ones are left alone. . Dreams, all your dreams. All your dreams are buried in mounts of sand.
[music: Nicklasson, Henriksson]. . And although it can be argued. Whether time will ever come to end. There is an overcoming sense of failing. If you never can see the end.
Darkness - In every line and word i'm singing. Demons - Haunting me whenever I think. . Nightfall - A dying man. Nightfall - Yes i am. Beasts inside me roar.
-----------------. (Lyrics: Sundin). Beautiful, oh web of stars. that looms amid the sons of Earth. Enfolds me in thine sylvan arms. that unity's vehement charms.
Rape us the time. You bring us this loving wave. Crosses they rose. On our once proud pagan land. . Those words they spoke were like. Needles on my skin.
Music: Hertrich. Lyrics: Hertrich. When fourty nights shall besiege Your brow. and dig deep wounds in Your beauty now. Your youth's prout livery so gazed on me.
We are to be something here again. We are to play soldiers now, pretend. We are born inside these endless halls of shame. We are jaded by the error-ways of man.
He wandered through landscapes painted. Green by forests and blue by lakes. All the way of leagues ten and five. Until he arrived during the fall of twilight.
When fourty nights shall beside you brow. and dig deep wounds in your beauty now. Your youth's proud livery so gazed on me. tomorrow will be darkened sealed.
Eyes that meet to say farewell. And linger through the sleepless nights. A trail of days that end in tears. But I can never be there. . The rush of hours that never seem to end.
Along time ago was this stone circle built. The reason behind it remains a mystery. . Why was it built at end of all paths?. On a tiny glade where no one could find.
A comoran devouring time. In great streams rains the joy of mine. My blood speaks to You in vein. Fare well until we meet again!. . You knocked onto my fate.
Could not have forseen. what the lies of the bearer would bring. Trailing the marks of his errors. trace the original sin. . Fallen I cling to deception.
I am one of these dumb wise men. So I've much ado to know myself. . I don't know how to get clear. with all the depths I owe. Thru the hour-glass they flow.
Sitting under a pine. The deep silence... unbroken around. One dark lake. So placid, so cold.... . Descended night. Throws shadows over water. Brown leaves fly.
What if:. . a) some things are destined to failure. b) some things are never meant to be. c) someone never sees. d) someone never opens. e) somehow we are different.
I wake up in shivers of cold. On a chilly sunny morning of May. My eyes try to catch up with what is going on. They only recall the nights which in dungeons I laid.
Twilight flowers wait for their rise. Building thorns of defence. In the sunset with it's sovran shine. . Thorns, I hear them grow. Their might to show.
How hungry we've become. Like animals naked in shame. Fed with the hooves of apocalypse. That galloped down. Disordered worlds behind. . From word to a word, I was led to a word.