I'm standing here in silence. this grateful place of peace. watching the shadows come closer. The birds they sing no longer. the winds they blow no more.
A black star fell down the night I was reborn. A last chance to save us, a last chance to turn dusk to dawn. The vultures they cried out their welcome to greet my arrival.
Dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee. Deep in the cinnamon forest. She offers me crickets, she offers me tea. In the court of her enchanted palace.
I read your palm in a bowl of spit. It's not looking good. Spirits low, yes life is shit. I thought you understood. You say these words, "why just me.
Black heart, your soul is mine, mine. Gaze into and the secrets you'll find, find, find. Just read the signs. . Gaze into the crystal, see what it tells.
Our names are written on the stars on heaven's tree. Yes, nine by nine they die just like you and me. These peerless eyes look down giving us our choices.
They buried me here in the winter. To an iron box I checked in. I've never heard birds or seen daylight. And nothing will ever come in. . I'm happy to lie here in darkness.
All seeing eye. You leave your shed. Weaving icy webs. Of cosmic threads. . Ask directions. And solid pennies. Must lit the molten stars. Before they vanish.
The rain kept on falling. and darkened the sky. the dawn was to come with the sunrise. Revealing the shadows. that passed through the mist. the torchlight was flickering, the storm.
The rain kept on falling and darkened the sky. the dawn was to come with the sunrise. Revealing the shadows that passed through the mist,. the torch light was flickering.
Every night outside my window, she is there. a frozen shadow in the street. Surrounded by silence and unspoken terror. hell on high heels. Demonic hunger, a mistress from the grave.
Serpent rising on the horizon. And right here in my abode. Evil sensation, a manifestation. I'm petrified I cannot go. . Black and white day glow. Cold creeping fright show.
Time is short... time is endless. Time is linear but also a relative factor that. moves rather unnoticed form point A to B.. Time is a force not to be taken lightly....
Once a year, the white robes go on a quest. In search of a virgin, a child of innocence. Born of Apollon divine is the heritage. Chosen by foe to accomplish a holy task.
Mask of shadow's sole, liebst the night he owns. The grace of the beast, the solace of the sleet. A sea of colder rain, gives him life again. To hunt mortality, precious pearls of grief.
Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night. So pale and lifeless. What you're doing to me. I'm doing to myself. I close the iris to the sun.
I sleep inside the machinery. Letting it all go. Wait, keep, preserve the cold within yourself. What more is there to know. Watchin' seven holy man bring on the funeral bell.