Deep was my anguish for these words. They froze my blood and chained my soul. The master had spoken, the truth, not any lies. The devil gives and evil takes, the things in life that man forsakes.
Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds. Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds. Lily's weep over light that fled. Words were carved in my arm by the dead.
I know that my old life is ending. very soon I'll lose my breath. But raise up high or slow descending. Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell.
The fires... are fading... believe me. it's so quiet.... But the darkness... is breathing... the horde's here... to steal the light!. the legions... are marching... they tell me... that you hear.
"Holy was the star from which you were born. to a world where darkness and fear take form. A lonely sould with a heart of light to find. beyond reality, forgotten in time.
I built a virgin tower, I'm taking to the stars. I dream of ancient power, glimmers in my eyes. Four devils guide my steosm abd seven clears te day. To greatness, feast, excess, back to immortal days.
Genocide destination. A scientific race. Symptoms of the evolution?. We're fresh out of the caves!. Bow and arrow, fangs and fur. Neanderthals and cars.
In the wintercold I see the blood. clotting slowly in the snow. Unsung heroes cry in the night. may they die before dawn. Broken banners mourn fallen crowns.
A shapeless form. A mindless soul. Senseless with no control. Eyes so closed. A heart that sleeps. A memory, a thought that is gone. I am born. Still I'm no more.
From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will come. from the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind. A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can kill.
I woke up with a scream in my throat. Something evil I saw then I choked. Never thought I would dream of LaVey. And never see the light of day. . Then the dawn reeked of swine like a slut.
A distant calling, a faint echo from the past. the bells are still tolling, the message of sadness and death. In the city of Acheron. the priests burned the Book.
A hymn for the praise of the setting sun. in ancient egypt my home. Child of Horus catch the morningstar. to the Elysian fields we will go. The god at the top of the staircase.
My tears were flowing down to the ground. a sad stream of silver is a mournin' mans gold. And where the seeds of sorrow soon were found. a flower of light, the omen saw the world.
Walking 'round and 'round in circles. Locked inside himself. The funny farm where he can't hurt us. Or what we all believe. . Mute and deaf with no obsessions.
Trading thoughts with the moon. Do you know about infinity?. And with a broken spoon. I bless the ones without clarity. I see through these walls. The godlike urge, feverish fireworks.
Here I am. In this strange world. A different universe. Nowhere in time. I'm captured in my dreams. On this lonely journey. To find the morning light.
I'm sitting here alone in darkness. Waiting to be free. Lonely and forlorn I am crying. . I long for my time to come. Death means just life. Please let me die in solitude.
I can hear the siren wail begin. Lovechants that'll bring me everything. Step out to the woods or let them in. The world goes numb when the sirens sing.