Le Saboteur

Les mfaits de la bande. ont repandu partout l'horreur et l'pouvante. . Allez! March pour la runion. Allez! Mes frres le temps est l. Allez! Lutte pour la rsistance.

Gipfelstürmer

[Chapter 2]. Unable to see the cruelty of man. Carrying the sins of his father's deeds. Born weak but blessed with inner fire. Taught how to dream learned to hope.

Between Poets And Murderers

Everyday a feeling surrounded me. That all this must be a dream. . Like a dream on your vacations. When you're woken up. By the noise of the rain. Dropping on the lake.

Ashes Of Failure

Through the ashes of fallen empires. we can see the shadows of failure. Now I'm standing here, force of destiny!. I was born to lead you out of crudity.

A Martyr's Dawn

I'm lying in the snow. Cold but not dead. The last sunbeams of the day. are touching my face. The dawn has begun. The night comes for me. with her silent save wings.

A Journey Begins...

[Instrumental]. [Instrumental]. [Instrumental]. [Instrumental].

Marshmallow

Worship Depraved

Stained by the wine. A celebration guilt in ordinary time. Profaneness enshrine. The abode of the blessed. . Abode of the blessed. And we shall be the bearers.

Wholly Night

As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds. And its lights embraced by a single howl. This graveyard dream was brought to life. With the breath of jealous winds.

The Things You Said

I heard it from my friends. About the things you said. I heard it from my friends. About the things you said. But they know me better than that. They know me better than that.

The Sadistic Motives Behind Bereavement Letters

I'm so sorry to hear of your bitter loss. I know my words can only offer but so much comfort for you. Just know that I am here to ease your lonely feelings.

The Promise Of Never

[Music and Lyrics by James Malone]. . To celebrate the guilt (the lies of whispering shadows). And tattoo their words upon your ever-scarring flesh.. (Beaten, reject, follow).

The Face Of My Innocence

As the reasons came and went. And swept across. The face of my innocence. I was lost. . To know your face, and your true shade. To feel your lips, and to be bade.

Seven Whispers Fell Silent

Seven whispers silent on scathing winds. The seven whistlers tune. Seven cries, blinded eyes bade the choke on the night. Beneath the stare of a cold and blood dimmed moon.

Roses On White Lace

[Written by Alice Cooper and Kane Roberts]. . I saw you wedding gown. The prettiest dress. I came into the room that night. And made such a mess. In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride.

Return

All hail, the phrase of tainted prose. The etchings that cover the rose. Well, thought of you, must surely be denied. For impure are the arts that are painted in your eyes.

Maddening Disdain

And it came again, like tears for a long lost friend. Tears that find their rest. Amidst words too sordid to comprehend. . And it came bearing gifts. Of pain, frankincense and her.

Looking To Nothing

Why do I look to you?. To redeem and fulfill. To starve and deprive. The whole of my will. . And yet I look to you. One way to bring it down. Listen, for these words are my way.

Elegant And Perverse

Engulfed within somnolence. Submerged within chimera. In isolation I wander. To the place of my sepulcher. . The beauty of oblivion. Obstructing my path.

Dust And Guilt

Sensations. Curse me and my ways. Force. Feed me blind on empty days. . Today. My faith was lost again. A grave was dug. To mourn its loss. . And in this grave.