Can I hold You all night long?. I feel You shake, a deed so wrong,. wrong in my head. Vino two for one today. Kiss this bleeding curse away. Realscapes today.
in the beauty of your eyes. unblanked your deceit lurks. the point were my mercy dies. I'm sure my spell it works. . curse, curse, cursed you are. if it's jealousy, I don't care.
scattered throughout now. indefinite form. willed to find strangers. in the wickedest state. when it comes upon you my friend. fear not - it makes us men.
"He must be the root of all this misery. The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to send us to eternity. Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches.
Rise, i say, yes rise above. 'cause evil is as evil does, what evil does to me. . Down you go to lands below. 'cause evil is as evil does, what evil does to me.
Take them o'death. And bear away. Whatever thou canst. Call thine own. Thine imagine stamped. Upon this clay. Doth give thee that. But that alone. Take tem o'great eternity.
I listen to the whispering waves. The whispering waves of unconditional love. With my feet on earth, my head above. . The night's an echo of myself. A shadow that will flow forevermore.
Torchlight in utter darkness. Starts licking wood with its deadly tongue. In seconds its hunger grows. Wood is eaten by flames twelve feet long. Before the eyes of heathens.
I ask, does someone hear me?. Listen... Yes, I mean you. Yes, I'm a fragile warrior. And I wander towards the unknown. . Unknown, insecure, pathless mornings.
In this world full of winded corridors. Cities like maces, towers like thorns. I'm not my master, not at all. Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall. . Broken thoughts, broken dreams, broken hearts.
The road behind is crumbling. Time is paved by agony. So many signs before me. The way ahead I cannot see. So many things that I long for. The way ahead it ceased to be.
Disagreements - they have killed the fire. Understanding - forever's flown far away. Life's repressing - all of my desires. Hopelessness - eternally held at bay fading to grey.
[music: Henriksson]. . secrets in here. claim no belonging. together again. or send me to madness. i know that i should have listened. was given a choice i turned down forever.
The chandeliers light. The mirror's glance. A shine not to bright. An emotion of romance. Mighty mirrors reflect the nobles proud bleed. Golden chests contain the rich men wealth.
a gentle rain came down on all. falling down upon the world. washing away our sins. tears that cleanse the soul. and soothe the pain. rain of revival.
[music: Jivarp, Henriksson]. . Wrestled on its back. the ego showed his face. charged up, recieving. came out knowing it all. . Hopeless intrusion. where nothing can be found.
"Elisabetha.... Elisabetha..... This is the tale of. The Blood Countess of Transylvania. 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain.
When the day comes You wish it dark. Life's black window of Your soul. When the day comes. You wish I'm dead. Black temptation in Your head. When Your lies come I wish You're gone.
Time conceals itself in error. When all is turned to lie. Blissful rapture flee from me. The liquid light shares its grandeur. Spring of eden shall never run dry.