And when sky will burn by fire of purple. and the earth will tremble under my feet. I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on. the angel winds or I will fall straight to the dark abyss.
And when sky will burn by fire of purple. and the earth will tremble under my feet. I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on. the angel winds or I will fall straight to the dark abyss.
Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset. spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces. The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb.
Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset. spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces. The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb.
Elegy of silent windows of wind. In the boughs of the trees. Of the plain of lights. Wrapped up in a grief. . The crest of roof broken an' left. Walls overgrown of grass an' wine.
In the vapours of opium. In a smoky Paris salon. Like a black-and-white photo. It's a kind of deja vu. Dancing girls. Their faces veiled. Naked bellies.
[Music/Lyrics - Lodmalm]. . The silence came so suddenly. No longer can I hear her breath. Her grip of my hand now faded. So this is how it all would end.
I am one with sorrow. from the tree of grief I fall.... into the shadows. of an evil shade of grey. . A taste of tears. is flowing down my tongue. like memories of days.
[Music/Lyrics - Lodmalm]. . Adrift and forlorn. Disguised and unborn. The night is crawling inside. The little left of joy and pride. . Thorns.... Carve the wounds.
[Viviathans:]. With the power and might. We must fight till we die. Protecting the man with the stones in his hand.. The power of stones is your one chance to win..
Turn me in or turn me loose*. Crank it up inside the noose. Lose it all for something more. But life won't be a bore. Just say that it's over. Please tell me tonight.
Within my quarters where I study the similarities. between human and animal. These hands have damned this flesh to obscurity and sufferance. I'm going to get the Nobel prize for this.
For every life I take, an ecosystem I create. Blood and guts consumes my life. I am the brutal gardener. I - quantity controller. no more insane than Jesus Christ..
Everyday struggle for freedom and for peace Will smash humanity for it's unreal habits. With every battle there comes death A world torn between triumph and loss Insulted by.
In the night, in the flames. wind lifted the dust in clouds. in the desert, in the dry, sun sits so high.. . In a clear shade of dark. of the trees in down below.
Silent Death is creeping in the night. while the burning sky gives hope. owls watching the dying wanderer. flames in the sky, freezing night. . Why is the sky so bright at night.
When watching the night black sky. Shadows of stars dancing their ride. I fall where is no place, no time. Everything seems like a endless night. . I can`t feel no pain, no fear.
The hope turned to frustration. in the first night of the winter. a walk in dark forest. suffocates my own spirit. to break the cries of moon.. . calmness turned to restlessness.
for I feel, as fallen pain. scold myself with useless blame. drag the blade across my lips. purge the lie, release my fist. . as far as I as one have come.