At the bottom of the ocean of life. . With no helping hand. Self-consuming void, my past.. Unwillingly I must carry my - hate. . Countless unsolved knots I bear,.
Steel tied to a dead man's hand.. Monstrous puppet, sewn up corpse (sewn up corpse). Device for a perfect murder (Perfect murder, perfect murder!). No trace would be left of the culprit..
And your spirit shall be alone, deep sleep in dark forests. Let spirit keeps the silence, you're alone but not forgotten. Death was beside you in your life, death is beside you in your death.
Following the thunder and the flashes of lightning, upon the way that is revealed to them only. Where upon the skythrone, rod rules the law, I came to this land.
I hear the voice, my land is calling me, and that call is enemy's sword in the heart. Murmur of the oaks and moans of the forests, screams of the rivers, and weeping of the streams.
On the east a new light rise again. From darkness. Let stars, daughters of heavens. The path will shining for a man. They are alight together. And fly about from one place.
Fire approaches and there's nowhere to hide, the fiery cross swallowing us. It burns, closing away my skies, the fiery dew dripping from it. Sky is torn apart, and the cross of fire still burns.
[Celtic Frost cover]. . Necromantical screams. Only you are deaf. Is there life beyond death?. . You entreated death, the answer will come. Oebris of faith, even you are false.
Black forest tops has minged with the skies, and only grass trembling scarcely. West gleams with the scarlet afterglow, birds and animals are quiet with fear.
Her vision is misty as smoke. Mists and the smokes of dark. Desirable fullmoon is near. In air her vison as spark. . Fire's tongues is tickle her body.
Land is soak up blood by ages. All is forever here. Where sun forever goes. Where fires was burning. Where sunset still live. . Step by step... in chaos of unbeing.
And only night give me salvation. From the sunlight of ruthless. And only moonlight reflections. Give me deliverance from the horrors of days. . At nightfall my mind becomes clear.
I stood, all surrounded with gloom, there was only black shadows around me. The moon rose over the horizon, and the stars reflected in my eyes. And listening I had a feeling, the earth is choking, the smell of burn.
[Lyrics: Henry L. Oldy "Living in a Lost Time"]. . .... . ,. . , ,. . ,. . ....
To the republic for which it stands. We have sacrificed and met demands. The rhetoric of a sovereign nation. The searing screams of exasperation. . If logic is the money of the mind.
Beyond the shadows of your deepest doubts. Above the bluest seas. Lies a kingdom we have willingly died for. A true land of the free. . Lift up these broken battered souls.
1-30-33. A reign this world could not foresee. Into the mind of a fascist leader. And the birth of a deadly regime. . Eradicate. Burned to ash, there was no escape.
Summoned by the winds on the primeval ocean. Under the waves the earth's creation. Deities of a dead world. The gods formed their pantheon. This place.