Silhouette: In White Rooms: Vacant Bodies

The light of the sun - is so cold down here. My dirty desert tongue - licking like dogs forever. Open wounds never heal - for a slave in its flesh. The scent of joy we feel - A naked soul crushed.

September (nur Hjartat Bloder)

The first burning candle. Like a newborn in a cradle. Forgotten at days. For autumnal landscapes. . The slowly falling leaves. Like a man's heavy tear.

Samtal Med Tankar: Halo Of Words

Svarar framtiden pa. tomhetens frganga drmmar. Skapas kunskap av svalda ord. ur bckers strmmar. . Living in the inner worlds. Collecting all the fallen words.

Postfuturistika

Opulent kinetic sculptures. Visualized voices in motion. Plastic puppet pictures. Audial dances distortion. . Dead stars, dead stars. Oh yes we are dead stars inwards.

Picturesque: Cataclysm Savour: And The Little Things That Make Us Smile

Savour!. The things that never were!. Escape!. To/from reality!. That never was!. That never will be!. . Prohibit!. All the little things!. Crawl!. Into serenity!.

Picturesque: Cataclysm Saviour: And The Little Things That Make Us Smile

Savour!. The things that never were!. Escape!. To/from reality!. That never was!. That never will be!. . Prohibit!. All the little things!. Crawl!. Into serenity!.

Opaque: The Morning I Woke Up Dead: Today Is The Day

[Chorus:]. Today is the day - the world is going away. Today is the day - we're all going away. . When will we dream away; end this life in dismay. See the last sad rays, as flowers we wither away.

Of Devlish Tongues

Night swells to distant spheres. Silent throat of unholy times. The withering wind deep down here. Flesh of the gods bleeding as light. . Here in the environs of heaven.

Of Devilish Tongues

Night swells to distant spheres. Silent throat of unholy times. The withering wind deep down here. Flesh of the gods bleeding as light. . Here in the environs of heaven.

Odious & Devious

The black iris devours pictures in silence. The image of devils light my consonance. The I of consolation. The eye of consolidation. . Graves are the garden trees.

New Model World

Nail: An Odyssey In Flesh: Celebrate The New Skin

Touch me!. I am a disease!. Clean me!. Imprisoned in flesh I am!. I am sin!. . Smell me!. I am a slave!. Release me!. The impure flesh I am!. I am pleasure!.

Meters Final (accelerate)

Etsin nutta pelkoa, syvyytta. Mutta en ainoastaan yksinaisyytta. Enka kasvien kosteutta. Vaan lehtien knivaa rapeutta. . Tuliset aallot kenossani. Nuolevat rutikuivaa ihoani.

Mechanic Hippie

What are these penetrating colors. Of this soundscaping noisefloor?. Is this the old empty future. or the black eletric nature?. . Colors circulate inside of O.

Karsimyksien Vaaleat Kadet

Skuggan fddes av smrta. Fr livet som var borta. Som vattnet i brunnen. I en ndls tunnel. . En skur av het sn. Kvver asikter med rk. Frger r tystnadens musik.

Je Te Connais Beau Masque

Open the white doors. To the field of thoughts. Where no light dances. Through the 6 panes (white pain). . Sanat muodostuvat ajatusten galleriassa. Tieto on valtaa opettajien holvissa.

Intelligence Is Sexy

I Wish I Was Pregnant

What if the case was.... . The candle is burning once again. Like the faces of black and white children. . ...the girl in every man.... . a long abortion is what life is.

Halcyon: The Heavy Silence: In Silent Rain

Listen: the fragile world is silent. Tongues speak a voice of decay. Of the melting skies and the heavy rains. About the odours of life so distant. We stand as silhouettes of today.

Fragile: Pictures Of Silence: Melting The Skies

The nights fall and skies fall. Down here we the sinners crawl. In dead cities and empty streets. All in ruins, but silence never sleeps. . [Chorus:].