You're gasping for breath. Your heart stops to beat. You'd enter your death. And your soul would release. . Your death'll have to wait. I choose your fate.
Ages ago in a region far North. there godly breath roared throughout the earth. Shaped the stones, built mountains high. Invoked forests verdant and oceans wide.
Dig your way to misery. Spark eternal hatred. Burn all bridges. Set it free. Your time here has been altered. . Awakening. Free your mind. Insanity made you blind.
Tell me whence will I find the passion once lost?. May it rise with strength to burn. away these synthetic sins of mine. away those days by gone.... .
Darkness has for so many years. dwelleth still upon the earth. And by every cycle of moon can be seen. that deeper it has drawn. In tales once told by the Elders.
Now shelter I must find from strong gale about to rise!. The Northern lights delight me. sets the darkened skies ablaze. As I slowly make my way over glade.
Still I yearn to see chaos and calm in harmony. Arcana that lies beyond the dreams of everblazing skies. And the night fell black upon the ones who yet.
The end is near, but have no fear. Take a vacation to pits of Hell. First-class flight awaits you all. We fly to Hell via Twilight Zone. The bell tolls noon, the bell tolls doom.
Don't you want to see how it ends?. Gaze the comets that scrape the sky. Close eyes and make a wish?. Don't you pray for the stars to fall?. Eternally burning chaotic brightness.
Painting lines around us, when the shadows start to fade. The wheel of fortune turns around, it turned down for the worse,. I broke it down and burned it, so we will have a choice,.
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Originally performed by Moonspell. . Mother Tongue speaks to Me. In the strangest way I've ever seen. I know that she sees in Me. Her proudest child, her purest breed.
========================. (Juli -92). Eine Lichtung im Walde. wo die Sonne scheint. Eingeschlossen durch Baeume. sind wir gefangen. in dieser Lichtung Gottes.