Let it be for you a great and high mystery in the. light of nature that a thing can completely lose. its form and shape, only to arise subsequently out.
[Music: Martin & Andreas]. [Lyrics: Martin]. . People torn to pieces. by the sword of God. They are slaves to christianity. when they drink your blood.
"The autumn came and the leaves fell. Like raindrops from heaven. Like sinners to hell. For every drop a sin was earned.. For every leaf a sinner burned.".
[Music: Wiklund]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . And when the moon. has turned to black. Darkened clouds beneath. the astral stars. As the winds fly through. with wings so dark.
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof. This is the end of every song man sings. The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain :. Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain.
Incomplete... (a state I knew). Dry as dust... (the thirst of few). Once a chill but now it's fear. Fell the numb drawing near. . Out of reach from human touch.
Hear. what I brought. with my fear. . Hear. What I thought. scars I feel. . Born in the crowd. of the rusty pleasures of your kind. burn like a shout.
[Welcome the leader of divine domination]. . [Lyrics: M. Schulman]. . Into oblivion, into a void of chaos. Gaze upon a circle of fire. Everlasting elements of innocence.
I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul. I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad. Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock.
[Music: Schulman]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . The triumph of death. Like a spell of mayhem it prevails. Sent to destroy. The Holy sacred feeble light. Devastating warlust.
[Lyrics: J. Jansson]. . [Lead: Kjellgren]. . Welcome inside my tomb and my heart of black. I am calling thy demons of war and let them all come to me.
slither inside. can't go where I hide. so delicate and weak. you dare not collide. the truth in me. too dark to see. so bitter the taste. now the poison runs free.
In the holy river Ganges. In the river of karma and souls. Shiva speaks to the Goddes Kali. Gentle breezes carry his voice. In the holy river Ganges. Pilgrims wash away their sins.
Some might call me a sinner. Some might call me a saint. The beast may hound. The beast may roam. Now you know what lurks inside. When you please me. .
Cold waves. Of the foaming flood. Over the lowland. Of gray soil. The flowin' like an impulse. From hearth to the brain. Impulse of salvation. When I was dying.
[Music - Lodmalm/Sievers]. [Lyrics - Lodmalm]. . All but gone. Her laughter still burns. Burden black,rosen red. The setting sun becomes her. . Now she walks the shadows.
He was passing my world. Whistlin' the melody. In the simple suit with hands in his pockets. Dirty pieces of paper. Was floatin' in the air. And he was marchin'.
Within the cave of sleep. lies the horrid ones in the deep. in a city just to be found. within the dreams of unholy ground. . So sleep between these sheets of chill.