Lowering clouds in the sky aglow. Darken my shield of victory. Is my fate doomed to hell on earth?. . A shift in the wind guides me to home. I am staring in the mirror now.
A call to arms won't help you now. You fell from grace, don't make a sound. You call it fate but where, where is your soul?. Oh no!. A call to arms won't help you now.
Follow then rain into the end of paradise. where the eternal dark's crying so near. cold wind plays with my minds. when the fog appears and lovely words.
when the dead paint with white hands. a laughing silence on the wall. the sleeper whispers still. unfold nymphic hands. . mother silent sings goodnight.
Legends always say. The dark one makes his play. With uncautious men. . Lie in his name. From inner egypt came. Don't fear his word. Don't go to his den.
Music: Hertrich/Winkler. Lyrics: Hertrich/Winkler. And I seek sweet favours carved in gold. And I bare the light my breath to hold. Early seen unknown, but known too late.
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . AZAGTHOTHS SOUL DWELLS IN YOG-SOGGOTH. HE SHALL BECKON UPON THE OLD ONES. . FOUL AND FORMLESS.
the hours are slipping by. i stare into the night. into my deep blue sea. of unforgotten memory. i paint your face. into my mind. and kiss your tears away.
It's the sea of life a nightmare. For the searching and ever coming back.. In the middle of the empty nowhere. In a deep hole that is getting black. .
[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . THEIR CHILDREN ENDURETH THROUGHOUT. THE AGES YE SHANTAKS OF LENG. ARE THE WORK OF THEIR HANDS.
In the fire of the sunken sun. fast as ravens, bullets, thoughts I run. I inhale the golden oil. and I fear forever darkness. Nights come, bringing snow.
All black nights, all promising days. Silence speaks loud and clear to me. I long for reason. Your healing for living. . All things I've done, have failed so badly.
When the golden dusk covers me. And the beams play with the trees. Memories so come to my heart. Because the guardian of the dreams departs. . [Bridge:].
Soul of mine,. When road's lonely,. She came to me in the skyline,. Her look was divine. . Her black hair. Danced with the wind,. And the cold air. Of autumn.
fat priests become the purulent flux of the church. disfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the cross. we hate this god before whom the pauper kneel. steel our heart, steel our soul in ardent desire for death.
You love the world I own. Where all our hate is blown. Away to distant spheres. I call our real life. . Flying together. Flying togehter. Flying together.
choir. . full moon in the height. full moon in the night. influence of the Moon. can make an artist or a loon. of loves. . choir. . spirit, like the moon.
Inside of you. Tears of pure frustration. Cascading down your heart. What could fill your restless soul. You may never know. You may never know. . Come inside my painless world.