Carry our streams. Lift up our less than elated lives. Transmit our selves. We breathe out. Where no one whispers. . Take in all the dark light. turn the nighttime into day.
within dead hearts. a bleeding face of pain. one voice sounds. sobing with horror that grows. expired, unsure and sweet. doing prayers with decaying souls.
I visioned one more better day. To chase the fever away. Before the sun was to move on. . Dreams less complete. Love left alone. Until the breaking of dawn.
[lyrics: Sundin]. . Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,. brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions. Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions.
This day forms more and more my wish to enter unknown paths. I desire light on my way to the spirit world. I wish to enter spirit worlds, a dreamland full of coloured words.
I know that you need me. To survive in this world. world of empty words. take my hand and feel me. if i'll be your friend.... forever be. . [Bridge:].
lonesome under stars tent. walks through the silent hour. boy wakes out of weird dreams. his face decaying it seems. . crazed woman with open hair. in the window staring barred.
As false as our minds our eyes refuse to see. They claw for the falseness in me. From where all life springs anew. We are cleansed through the crystal fire.
In the olden wood. when the sun bright the dawn. I am feeling alone. lost into the infinitude. . Light and darkness in my mind. Liquid shadows cross the place.
winds on winter fields. in the smokey sky. wandering storm. storming war. demons' lust in starving lands. the years are filled with lies and tears. no twinkling stars in distant skies.
if we die, it?s gods will. we can?t do nothing about destiny. nothing left but. rising light wakes us up with a kiss. . when the dogs of war haunt our emotions on sunday.
outsmart the fever. and take us farther from. the killing life in capsules. a life that can't belong. . so if I wake up dead to the world. with the helm at my command.
Fort terrois imparata. Terra mortes est sembrata. Demonorum generatjo. Romanorum contestatio. . From east came storms leading fire and iron. By grim demons gathered all as worms.
Follow the fire. Follow the sword. Leave only death. And praise the false lord. Hunting the spirits. Chasing the fools. Raging for purity. Anyone to seduce.
Still alive. all knowing eye. beneath your stream of words. your rapid stream of words. Though none will. ever live to share. the radiant stream. the promised lives.
near autumn walls I'm seeking shadows. dark fears - an anthem of this time. damnation - the dreamers heart. overflown with purple red. melancholia of a dying world.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . THY WILL BE DONE. AS WE WALK INTO THE WAR. WHAT YOU COMMAND WE`RE DYING FOR. AS THEY ALL DROWN.
Still alive, all knowing eye. Beneath your stream of words. Your rapid stream of words. Though none will ever live to share. The radiant streato, the promised hues.
Grotesque fairyland-astray. With fine falling snow. this myth now melts away. Through bloody archways. it flows upstreams to see. this heartache parching me.
Would You like to go for a walk?. Essential for You.... May I introduce You to my words:. Small amusements give You joy. You don't think about it's sense stupid guy....