Walking through the wilderness. My thoughs are introspective. Can't find the thing I want. But then I know what I need. Pain is the consequence. From misuse of the mind.
Ad gladios, Signa Inferre. Ad gladios, Vae Victis. Ad gladios, Gloria Mundi. Ad gladios, Vae Victis. A statesman's heart must be placed in his head. .
Mid of July, the summer breeze. Carries scents of blood along. Those times we fear,. To lose a dream, to lose a nation. . Our strategy, a master plan,.
My notes in the void,. Symphony For The Quiet. Music is fading, my sanity with it. . Muted is life. When I open the window,. I can't catch a sound, can they hear me?.
Plans of conquering. Bringing sprouts of terror. There is fear, I know but no one will die. I will be the one holding back destruction. As my dreams become reality.
Walking through the wilderness. My thoughs are introspective. Can't find the thing I want. But then I know what I need. Pain is the consequence. From misuse of the mind.
The candles are lighted, the blades lie there shining. soon they'll do their sacred work again. Covered in linen, fallen in eternal sleep,. a body prepared on the table.
Unknown lands, their call ever strong. Then, my chance to set out for where I belong. . Left my home and crossed the sea, dropped my old idenity,. Found another way to live my life.
Behold the artifacts of old. You never saw their virgin glance. Held in creating hands unknown. Exposed to oxidation, slow disintegration Leaving trace.
Here the trees have eyes. and this gloomy house mistaken for a shelter opens wide. to swallow you. You don't have to run. At the foirest's edge you feel that this is where they hide.
If so royal is my name. A blessing in disguise. No more suffering - no pain - these days. . Waiting for my own golden crown. I can't feel a difference.
There was a time when I felt like to fall. What is left to do?. Seems I'm failing too?. But I will dedicate this to you. No one else could be. You will not betray.
Path crossing through two different plains. Enscribed coffins but without the names. Someone please tell me that we're alive. Burn the cross for the sake of those who died.
We are the gods that you create. We're unifying love and hate. Your belief is tied to our existence. Still you can't see. how you disdain humanity. devoting crimes to us, divine.
On the edge of life. It's time to step behind. Of all the things that you have done. The book with all my lines. the meanings you may find. Will change the world forever.
Pastime with good company. I love and shall unitl I die. Grudge who lust, but none deny,. So God me please, thus live will I. For my pastance, hunt, sing and dance,.
Love of my live,. You've hurt me. You've broken my heart. And now. You leave me. . Love of my live,. Can't you see. Bring it back. Bring it back. Don't it away from me.
Faces walking by. Voices just pretending. No one really tries. To seek the beauty inside. . Their thoughts stuck in my mind. Their ignorance kept growing.
Path crossing through two different plains. Enscribed coffins but without the names. Someone please tell me that we're alive. Burn the cross for the sake of those who died.
To my love. The end has come. I'm sorry I'm not going home. Pain is gone but all I feel. Is the last blood in my veins to slowly running cold. . Day after day, I fought so hard.